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Lucian was thankful to be out of the sewer finally, though he was troubled by what he'd seen in it's depths. The curse was spreading quickly but Lucian was racking his brain as to the how and why. How long had it been affecting the city? Not long he imagined, otherwise it would have been overrun days ago. That meant the curse must have found it's way to Kenfort at least two days ago, three at most. So how did it find it's way here? The last village they'd found that had been touched by the Cursed was miles away. It must mean that there was somewhere else that had been hit.
'Goddess damn it. I pray the others have found it and put an end to it quickly lest the country side be infested with these things' the Old Raven thought. Lucian then watched as a titan of a man came towards them with a maul in hand. His accent was very thick but Lucian understood what the man was asking. He looked the man over a bit unimpressed. He was big, this was true, but big didn't mean dangerous. He seemed more frightened by them than anything, or at least surprised by them. Lucian didn't see any armor, any identifying patches, so that made him a civilian. He then motioned to the bag and instructed him to dump it. Lucian scowled.
"No" he said. Plain and simple, as though it were God making a decree. He seemed intent on beating the lot of them until Mergoux approached and the smell hit him. He quickly clenched his nose and said that they'd proven their point of not being dangerous and that they could have their arms and armor cleaned at the Smithie near the keep. It was appreciated greatly but time was of the essence and Lucian was accustomed to the smell for the moment as the massive man asked what was in the bag. Lucian however remembered him speaking of voices from the dark. The Cursed attempting to lure him in and turn him. Good thing they arrived when they did. Shiara spoke of moving everyone of Kenfort here for safety but that the ground had become unconsecrated. He shook his head with a grunt.
"It wouldn't matter anyway. The Cursed would still attack regardless of consecrated ground or not. We've dealt with what's in the sewers at least and I can rest easy knowing that but there are more in the poor districts who have yet to strike. When the sun goes down, they'll attack" he said with a grunt. The giant of a man once more asked what was in the bag and Lucian sighed. He opened the burlap sack, careful not to put his fingers near the things mouth as he grabbed it by the tuft of it's hair and pulled it out for the man to see. His began to grimace and click it's teeth quickly as the sun seemed to begin scorching the skin very slowly, it's eyes blistering and becoming bloody as Lucian quickly put the head back.
"We just barely managed to kill 5 of these things down their and the city has more of them that will attack once the sun goes down. I need to go to the Lord now. Lua, once your done at the house, get back across the bridges and instruct the locals to begin evacuating the slums. Guards will be at the bridges with dogs to weed out those Cursed and those who are not. The moment they detect even ONE Cursed, I'm raising the bridges and closing off the slums; regardless if all are across the bridge" he said sternly. Which included her he meant. She'd need to be fast to get over the bridges lest she be trapped in the poor district just before the Cursed began flooding the streets and killing all in sight.
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