Rattusfaber
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"It ain't true." The lanky looking man next to him said, whose face was about a palm's distance away from him. "Y'know. What she said. 's your own bin. They ain't sleepin' in it."
"Excuse me." It was abrupt and definitely questionable in terms of manners, but Reynauld had enough. Tonight was already packed with unpleasant excitement, he wasn't going to stoop as low as allowing himself a pub therapy after the previous spectacle. He counted the exact amount of cash and set his glass over it. That ought to be clear enough.
Now, the man finally got it. He had the decency to raise his glass as a kind of acknowledgement. Reynauld nodded at him with polite disdain and walked out without looking back.
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She woke up to the chilly night air pouring through the window. The wooden boards haphazardly nailed over broken panes gently creaked as if whispering.
Yet she heard nothing but silence.
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"I would like to stay, if you don't mind." Baldwin said. His voice exuded an all-encompassing serenity that gently silenced everything around him.
Which made an otherwise awkward moment pure and simple.
Under pale moonlight Alhazred couldn't really look, but as he continued his ritual in the silvery water that came up to his waist, he did let his impassive glance linger on the broad figure for a few moments more.
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In between the hour of dreaming and waking, he could have sworn that he could smell the damp dungeon air and feel a rusted sword on his side, bloodstained banners torn to bandage his battle wounds.
Impossible, of course. A man like him fighting beside a knight? But he could have sworn it was true.
Slowly and surely, however, that dream was fading. He was beginning to forget the outlines of the manor, the sound of the howling wind, the rustling of dark branches and leaves, and how sunlight polished that suit of armour.
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The ghastly acid flowing within the humanoid beast belonged only in the shadowed realm of the eternally damned.
A vessel as spiritual as he was ought not to serve with the monstrosity that nature itself abhorred, yet as a servant of the Light, he did not cower in front of such assignment.
No doubt it was another trial set to test his endurance and forbearance, and such things were precisely what Light shall receive from him.