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The room smelled of freshly burnt couch. It was an odd habbit that he had picked up when he was younger. The why and how of it could be left to the reader's imagination. But he was slightly distracted as he set up wards around the room, shielding things and hiding others. He was certaint that he had picked up things that the Caretaker would take exception to and he didn't want to lose any items he had collected. The fire had been stroked high and the liquor cabinent restocked.

Tossing back a shot of whisky he sent out a polite but rather strongly worded invitation to Dale and Ori.

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Alexander Troven

May 2016

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