Cedric closed the chapel door, then stepped down off the stoop, intending to head straight back to the main hall, only to realize that Tarquin was there. And even though he said he had been going to find him, coming face to face alone with the drow on a dark, drizzly night had, in reality, been the last thing he actually wanted.
He couldn't help a small surge of fear, only knowing that there was a drow masquerading as something it was not. Or was Tarquin somehow masquerading as the drow? Cedric was good with a sword, but good enough to best a dark elf if he was somehow connected with this beast? He wasn't particularly anxious to find out.
But... Eve had said to trust him. So she obviously knew something.
"I take it I met your brother," he said, consciously forcing himself to not take a defensive stance.
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Unforunately, there is no war hammer to be found in the crates. The first one Felmer opened was empty, the next contained more tools - a carpentry hammer and nails. The third contained some documents (semi-recent, things from the past 20 years since the founding of Avery's Isle). The last contained a chain mail shirt, neatly packed away. It's a bit rusty in a few places, obviously unused in quite awhile.
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Just as Sara's hand wraps around Jason's to help him up, the serpent slithers nearly silently up from behind, leaving a trail of blood from where she had bashed it with the rock and lunged again, this time its fangs headed at the back of her thigh.
He couldn't help a small surge of fear, only knowing that there was a drow masquerading as something it was not. Or was Tarquin somehow masquerading as the drow? Cedric was good with a sword, but good enough to best a dark elf if he was somehow connected with this beast? He wasn't particularly anxious to find out.
But... Eve had said to trust him. So she obviously knew something.
"I take it I met your brother," he said, consciously forcing himself to not take a defensive stance.
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Unforunately, there is no war hammer to be found in the crates. The first one Felmer opened was empty, the next contained more tools - a carpentry hammer and nails. The third contained some documents (semi-recent, things from the past 20 years since the founding of Avery's Isle). The last contained a chain mail shirt, neatly packed away. It's a bit rusty in a few places, obviously unused in quite awhile.
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Just as Sara's hand wraps around Jason's to help him up, the serpent slithers nearly silently up from behind, leaving a trail of blood from where she had bashed it with the rock and lunged again, this time its fangs headed at the back of her thigh.