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lt_safe_house2010-07-10 06:55 pm
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Date: May 6th, night to 7th
Place: Outside
Status: Public
Summary: Dustfinger comes back.
Dustfinger started to wonder if the money he had taken from Arty had been cursed. Oh but he should have been more careful when talk had started of magic. Instead he stupidly took the large amount and went away...
...and for the third time now he was walking this way again.
He shook the head. What did money help him if he could not get away from here when he had it? He hoped if he returned it to Arty he would lift the spell. Otherwise he would never get home. Never.
Now it was too late to ring the bell and he still did not think they would likely let him inside very gladly. He did not need to go inside either. Like Gwin he could just sleep outside when it wasn't raining.
The sun would wake him up surely. Then he could ask for Arty and give back the money. For now, he laid down near to the building were he would stay dryer even if it started to rain at night, rolled up and tried to sleep.
Place: Outside
Status: Public
Summary: Dustfinger comes back.
Dustfinger started to wonder if the money he had taken from Arty had been cursed. Oh but he should have been more careful when talk had started of magic. Instead he stupidly took the large amount and went away...
...and for the third time now he was walking this way again.
He shook the head. What did money help him if he could not get away from here when he had it? He hoped if he returned it to Arty he would lift the spell. Otherwise he would never get home. Never.
Now it was too late to ring the bell and he still did not think they would likely let him inside very gladly. He did not need to go inside either. Like Gwin he could just sleep outside when it wasn't raining.
The sun would wake him up surely. Then he could ask for Arty and give back the money. For now, he laid down near to the building were he would stay dryer even if it started to rain at night, rolled up and tried to sleep.
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He swallowed. No. He decided not to. If he was going to be thrown out then he would at least sleep one night in this palace room.
"Yes." He said. "I will remember. Thank you."
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He knew he couldn't help everyone in the world, but at least he had been able to help Dustfinger.