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Sandy Day
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"What was it you and your friends were looking for?"
"Not-t friends. No, not friends at all, not anymore. Cutpurses, breakers, brokers, bookers, hire-hands, sellsteels, soldsouls... bargain promises for gold. Silver Thorns. We have, They have... a list, a list of p-people."
"Who's list, Why? Who made it?"
"I... I don't know... the Court, court of the setting of the... of the set- of the set... of shining... golden... orange... bloody."
A violent tremor grips him for a moment and he almost slides back down into the puddle.
Tell me who they ar-"
"I... I CAN'T. I CAN'T. Bound. Resistance... The words cannot, I still. I cannot.. please, if... if I was more powerful. My shadows... my Key. RETURN US!"
We're not getting anywhere in this state. Maybe if we helped return this 'key' he would tell us more, or he might just start torturing me again. He really seemed to enjoy hurting me when he could.
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I don't like him, no solid reason to trust him (not enough to learn whatever dubious secrets he has), he's some sort of disgusting fae-yeek abomination... and he doesn't even smell savory.
However, I trust you gentlemen, what is your final judgement? How do we go about this?
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