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Logan Eurythesees
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Date Posted: 12/ 6/04 5:33pm
In reply to:
Morrigan Rosen
's message, "An Irish Welcome..." on 11/29/04 10:15am
::He would once more make his way out of the backroom, giving one last glance in, smiling at the still sleeping Desta, and silently closed the door behind him. Then facing outward towards the commonroom, his brow would quirk slightly at this new scent... strange yet familiar, almost that of a wet dog.... glancing around the tavern, he looks about with senses keen, checking signs of a break-in or some other manifestation that could create such a stench.... making his way around the bar, the odor now more intense, he stops for a moment, looking at the back door, and the fireplace.... still seeing no apparent signs of a break in... he continues around the corner of the stairs, following the apparent direction of the stench, and stops near the cellar door.... placing his hand on the knob, he slowly turns it and pulls the door open, now hearing the faint cries of what could only possibly be...... an injured Lycan. His eyes close, knowing that for some slightly twisted reason, someone had the idea to bring this stinking thing into the tavern itself. His next task was to find out who, and just why exactly this thing was stinking up his cellar. He slowly closes the door, and latches the bar on the door, then making his way in front of the stairs, he gives a long look up them, smelling the air to make sure this isn't some misguided intrusion on behalf of the Lycan society, and turns again..... making his way towards the front door, to investigate this further::
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