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[h1][color=fff79a]Vetreus Draedora[/color][/h1]
Titles: Prime, Draconian, Western Empire Nobility B, Draedora Tutelage 
Mentions: [@DoubleChecker] [@Book] [@Red Hood]

Goals: Acquire Harvester Asset Mine F

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[H1][color=0072bc]Griselda[/color][/h1]
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Vetreus nodded his head towards Severin, [color=fff79a]“Never felt better, I’m the king of the jungle and my jester isn’t just a gag.”[/color] He smirked, this was likely the closest thing she would get to a compliment from him.

The draconian would stand at the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the room. [color=fff79a]“An odd place for a shack, and even odder things within.”[/color] He was wary of stepping in, monsters were one thing and rather simple minded in how they wished to kill you. The smell of old blood made Vetreus scrunch his nose. Perhaps this shack belongs to a cult of sorts.

Inside, numerous creations lined. Peaking the draconians interest. A tinkerer such as himself was curious to see the work of the mindless. His eyes shined a bright yellow as he activated [Danger Sense F], highlighting his predatory pupils. Should his abilities prove capable, he would be able to perceive impending danger to a degree.

The draconian would stride into the shack, his eyes first caught on the heartstone. The etch and groves of the creation was interesting, he questioned what one would use such a contraption here for. Blinking, the draconian would look towards the rickety shelves. He would raise an eyebrow as children’s toys lined the shelves, disheveled and rather creepy looking.

With unease, Vetreus would grip the sword tighter. Moving towards the rotten cot lazing in the corner. Seeing the book with water damage, he would pick it up with his free hand. Before examining the contents of the book, he would give a brisk look around the shack before opening up the contents of the book and attempting to glean any knowledge.

Griselda on the other hand was still in a bad mood, her stomach growling lightly as she stayed wrapped around her companion's torso. Her eyes were focused on their cohorts, switching between each of them. Ever so often she would audibly sigh, letting Vetreus know she was irritable but the man paired her no mind. Unwilling to split his attention.

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1.Use Danger Sense F
2.Pick up and read the journal 
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