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| Edward A. Wolfram | Tue Apr 20, 2010 3:01 am Post #1 |
 
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Wolfram had never felt so inlove in his life, since perhaps in the past when he'd felt this much inlove before. Most likely earlier this same day. His adventures into the 'City of Lanterns' was going splendidly so far. He'd yet to be mugged, beaten or worse and had already explored much of what his capabilities allowed. The Purple Tavern had proven nice enough, and the blond had left in high spirits. Just a little down a street was a massive building of questionable design, with no signs or markings -- simply a single green lantern, and a large black door. Wolfram might have mistaken it for someone's home, but had watched a large group move 'stealthily' out of it. When a few more people did this (and others slipped within), he'd heard the undeniable sound of music, and confident he could excuse himself if unwanted he'd opened the door and slipped inside. The reward had been a feast for the eyes. All sorts of people had gathered here, and the music was breath-taking; so different from what he was used to, so unlike the usual bards of the streets. People spoke in hushed whispers here, leant close as if sharing breath, and the whole place held a wonderful ominous air. Wolfram helped himself to a seat, alert for any approaches but ultimately happy to simply observe the gathered group. Perhaps they would notice him and request his leave? Most likely. He'd just have to be sure to linger here a short while; a few minutes, at most, before leaving. It wasn't worth losing his head over, and even now the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. |
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