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“Did you intend to leave me standing out here all night?” a woman asked in a thick indian accent. Her face was round and her large almond shaped eyes were dark and lined with kohl. She wore a sarai and skirt and several gold bangles glittered at her wrist. A flash of lightning lit the night sky, painting her rich brown skin an odd shade of blue gray. Without waiting for a response she pushed past the knight and into the safehouse.

“Powerful scrying magics are being used to find this one,” the newcomer said with an off handed gesture to the unconscious Winter Knight. Kelly moaned in her sleep as though the gesture were a gentle slap.

“Your fates are intertwined, a great calamity will come upon the city if the real perpetrators are not brought to justice. Worse, your ancient adversary will take advantage,” the newcomer continued, opening the fridge and beginning to pick through the contents.


“Do  you not have any milk?”

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[@Fetzen]

Two officers emerged from the police cruiser, both wearing sunglasses despite the late hour. The enameled Precinct pins were displayed on their breast pockets but no badges or other identification. Neither man had yet drawn a weapon but their hands were close to their holsters.

“Put your hands up,” the nearest officer responded, a sneer on his face at the request for identification. He reached out and grabbed Balthazar, wrenching him around and shoving him against the wall. Rough hands began to pat him down, pausing as they found the orb.

“What have we here…” the cop crooned as he pulled the metallic sphere out of the pocket.

“It is the Contract!” the second officer called, pulling his weapon free of its holster and shouting for his partner to step clear of Balthazar.