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Clearly, Silvermoon struck something of a nerve with Decarde's pride.
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"Oh now, come on. You can't know that just from you not getting a letter", she said with a calming smile. "Even though it is perfectly possible for him to be racist against vampires with all the superstitions and rumors of vampires sucking the blood out of people - it would also be very much possibly that he simply has some prejudice against paladins, no?"
She looked amused at the cat. "Sir Mittens, you should teach your good fellow some calmness. He jumps to conclusions too fast and gets himself upset. For the content of the letter, it doesn't really say what he wants, really. Just to meet him", she added returning her eyes to Decarde. |
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As Decarde loses his clam, the barkeep Jon is tightening up along with the Barmaid Malora. As the last of the patrons have gone home for the night bit early then usual as thieves are about to ply their larceny craft on unsuspecting residents. Jon over hears his disagreement with Raven to Amalia. "He is not predigest against Vampires or any race for that matter sir, not even Paladins miss. I know him quite well, he his a kind man and been a great asset to ridding the village an countryside of brigands and the like." As he interrupts the two.
"You received a letter from Sir Raven as well sir, it was delivered to your room as with the others as instructed." he pauses for a moment from the cleaning he was doing, then he continues on. "Your right miss maybe the cat could teach him to keep cool head about him." Jon chuckles and then goes back to cleaning up the tavern. |
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Decarde nervously puts a hand to the back of his head, chuckling "Yes...well...uh...I knew that!" Mittens purrs, contently. "Well..err..Yes.......For the record, that didn't happen." His face brighter then a rod of fire, he dashes up to his room, then dashes back down, taking the letter and reading it, using it to shield his viridian-stained face from the others.
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Amalia waved him goodbye as Decarde leaves. Working with these people could be fun. But I'd better be careful. You never know what's right about these superstitions about vampires, she thought.
She looked around, trying to figure out how to enjoy herself while waiting for that meeting. |
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After his trance Letus calls it a night. He'll be working soon and needs his beauty sleep.
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After Alec returns from the forest, two days have passed since then. The day has finally has arrived since all of you received the letters from Raven to meet with him at his home for a job he'd like you to do for him. The two weeks were pretty much uneventful except for the usual sailors and residents squabbling inside the Dragons Eye an on the streets involving the local militia from time to time to break up the squabbles.
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Decarde nibbles on a bar of chocolate uneasily as he awaits out of Raven's house. Stroking mittens, he looks from side to side warily. How annoying the hunger pains get...he thought, grumpily kicking a rock to the side. Sure, there had been squabbles, but nothing major enough to cause murder to be a appropiate punishment. As a result, DeCarde was something of starved, blood-wise. So, he knocked on the door, waiting, slightly agitated and tense.
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Amalia was even more agitated the last two days, waiting anxiously for that meeting. Somehow waiting for a specific thing was even more frustating for her than just ... waiting. She was quite suprised about that herself and hardly resisted to play some hoax with unwitting harbormen to let out some of the tension she feeled.
When finally the time came to visit Raven, she went there with all her stuff already packed and ready to go to whatever adventure he wanted to send them on to. Just as the Paladin knocked at the door of Ravens estate, she turned around a corner, headed towards him and smiled to the cat while playing with her hair. |
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As Decarde knocks on Raven's houses front door nearest to the tavern. He hears rustling like someones getting up from a bed or chair.
Then footsteps coming towards the door. "Yes who's there?, It's a bit late could you come back in the morning." A man says from behind the think wooden door. |
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Jeraz sighs, saying "Decarde LeBlanc, and as for coming back in the morning...I'm a vampire. That's not exactly possible." Looking to the side, he notices Amalia. He gives the woman a friendly nod. Sir Mittens looks at her and gives a lazy meow.
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Raven responds back. "Yes sorry forgive me, I've only meet a few vampires and they could go in the daylight." He chuckles lightly, then Decarde hears the door unlock then it opens with a man dressed in a shirt and a pair of baggy pants. He his in his early 30's and his dark brown hair is short, and even has a trimmed beard. His eyes are dark brown as well. Raven stands over 5 feet 6 inches and about is 130 lbs.
As he notices both Decarde and Amalia he smiles. "Again sorry, come in then and take a seat. Forgive me for my appearance." Moving to let the both of them enter his home. |
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