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Mother of a <span class="mu-i">weeping child</span> father of a nightgaunt endless chittering little eyes in the <span class="mu-i">dark</span> breathe breaethe---
Wheewwww. Okay, Hart. My man, my b u d d y , my f r i e n d, that almost worked but the arrow is a little too deep.
>1 hit vs . . . ? No dice! Sigil resisted!
Let me catch my breath and I'm up for trying again-- wait, no, no. I've just realised I'm not up for trying again. But I know there's painkillers and alleviates in the cache I prepared up ahead. Let me have some of those /first/ and then we can try to solve this the Special Way.
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I see our <span class="mu-s">first</span> Hound have arrived from the main street. We're still in the clear and --- <span class="mu-s">AH</span>.
That's an Alarm Arrow. Look, the Seeker up there, by the roof. She's sending up a signal. That'll draw their attention but we have some time, still, before the louts arrive. I think we really rather ought to get moving.
Makes me think. These slicers are low class. Good men, I suppose, for brawny work and intimidation but the Houseguard who put an arrow in me had a certain panache. When they arrive, we'll be trouble. Let's try not to be here when they do.
>crew phase!
