LuckyAntihero

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Quint listened intently to the dead girl's story, and by the end he head heard enough to warrant an investigation into this Steinberg fellow, as well as the strangers. The last lamenting little pout of the ghost's story didn't seem to bother him all that much. Nor did the supposed monster who had killed almost a hundred men, the guards of this city were hardly better than farmers with weapons in their hands, in his opinion.

"I know your kind well, girl. Come with me. I can keep you safe, and you can guide me around the area. Maybe even to this "doctor" hack."

The tall fae smiled and reached into his belt pouch. He brought out a necklace that looked to be made of some silvery glass, and he offered it to the ghost girl.

"This will strengthen your ties to this realm, and also allow me to channel energy to or through you, if need be."

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Quint looked at the small girl ghost with a bemused smile.

"I'm not here to hurt you, miss." He said in a voice with tones like honey and whiskey, fresh grass and the earth underneath. "I simply noticed your distress, and wondered as to the cause?"

He paused for a moment, looking over the terrified little waif. What he felt was half pity for the girl and half rage against whoever had tormented such a young one so grievously as to cause her an uneasy death.

"I'm not a monster. I'm a friend." As Quint spoke, a flicker of light like a ghostly lantern, brilliant and blue, flashed through his eyes.

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@karamonnom now we can move forward :)

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@karamonnomYou're more than welcome to wait or reply at your leisure haha

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Quint cursed lightly, feeling the change in the man's heartbeat as he slipped into unconciousness. It's gonna look like I did that... he thought to himself. The fae got up quickly, and raised his hands in the air.

"He passed out. I was trying to help is all." The tall fellow edged toward the door of the tavern slowly, noticing some unfriendly looks aimed his way. The bar was almost dead quiet now, so different than it had been just a few short moments ago. Such was the curse of his otherworldy appearance, he was always suspect number one when trouble began to brew.

Quint stepped outside and took a deep breath, stepping to the side of the door. Immediately as he exited the crowded tavern, he noticed a spiritual presence nearby. A troubled spirit indeed... It didn't take him long to spot her. He approached slowly, knowing she might be surprised that he could see her. His very aura was calming to most spirits, and he was extremely skilled and diplomatic at speaking with the dead.

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Quint was lazily staring around the bar when he saw a man drop to the floor grasping at his chest. He jumped to his feet, hoping he could at least try and help the poor bastard before his heart exploded. The fae made it over to the fellow, who seeemed to be in bad shape, thrashing on the floor violently. At this point, the drinking competition had been forgotten and all eyes were on the ailing man and the fae who stood over him.

The tall eerie looking fae prepared to help the only way he knew how. His eyes seemed to roll back into his head as he dipped his hand towards the man on the floor. Quint's hand disappeared into the man's chest as if he were submerging it in water. He wrapped his long, thin fingers around the man's heart as he thrashed in horror on the floor... only to find it beating normally!

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Someone should certainly win the contest. Or I could "sense" something going on outside and end it that way. Really anything to get the characters interacting as a whole.

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Feeling a little stuck in the tavern.

An Odd Harry Potter RP

Awesome idea, im interested.

Rex est Moresques (dead)

I like this idea