Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
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add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
Jack begins to stand up, confused
"Sit back down"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
Jack begins to stand up, confused
"Sit back down"
He does so quickly, a little afraid
The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"
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add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*morning*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*morning*
*Triple morning*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*how are you*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*good*
"Good so far*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*good to hear*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
*-thumbs up-*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Four is dragging the corpse of a warforged back to the tavern
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Lore was in the back kitchen of the tavern. Smells of potatoes, eggs, cheese, and meat came wafting out from within. Inside, she and two or three unseen servants were cooking breakfast for what looked like a king. An unseen servant was over the wood stove, cooking shredded potatoes with bacon, cheese, and chives. Two others were grilling beef flanks in savory gravy and fluffed eggs mixed with butter and spices. Lore was kneading bread that was spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, her apron coated in flour. Plates were packed high in one corner, ready to be filled and handed out to patrons of the tavern.
Jackson was outside in the quiet sanctions of the forest. He was mediating quietly within the confines of nature. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and, unfortunalty, that showed off how bad the curse had gotten to him. His skin around his arm and torso had become an oily black color and have started to decay, flesh dropping off in bits around him. He was struggling to breath at some points during his mediation, he would begin to choke and then spit up blood.
August sat outside in the grassy meadows next to the tavern. He has tied his auburn hair behind him in a neat bun stuck with dark-wood pins that looked like blossoming flowers. His fantastically bushy beard was decorated with small beads of old-wood that shined like amber. The old dwarf was tying knots in a leather cord, chanting old dwarven mantras to himself. Beside him, his staff made from silver-wood laid on the ground, its wood blossoming with leaves.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Four stops dragging the body for a second to study the black skin
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"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Jack hacks up a darkened glob of blood
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Four leaves for the tavern and comes back with a briefcase. It opens the briefcase up, a variety of tools inside
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Jack watches, eyes narrowed.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Four pulls out a hand and begins giving it instructions "Find tweezers, a jar, the gold vial, and a knife." The hand disappears into the briefcase
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Jack begins to stand up, confused
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Sit back down"
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He does so quickly, a little afraid
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The hand comes back out with the supplies and Four begins collecting the dead skin in the jar "I will need to collect a bigger sample" It says putting down the tweezers and taking the knife "I only have the one arm so try to keep still"
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"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend