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!qw2cdBTZAc 03/16/12(Fri)00:48 No.18344795>>18344260
"Firearms might get an ally killed. I suggest you don't get too trigger happy unless you see a different Mynthar or Van Skewer waltzing around. If you see Tayn, Turen, or anyone else, we try to discern who they are. And remember, I did manage to mark two of them. Hopefully there aren't more."
"Ah, you did? Good show, old bean!" Van Skewer says, spinning his gun around his finger absently.
"You're not listening, are you." You say, somewhat disappointed that this is the real Van Skewer.
You attempt to look into the area where the rifle went off with a clairvoyance spell, and can only see gunsmoke and a few splinters in the area, a dark spot below one of the beams in the cargo section.
"Let's go." You say, grabbing hold of Van Skewer.
"Where are we-" The dynavik begins, his breath halting as you snap into the spot you were observing just a bit ago. The cramped hallway seems almost too short for Van Skewer, who remains hunched forwards with his gun next to your shoulder.
The hallway still smells of the saltpeter and charcoal from the weapon's discharge, and you can see a few chunks taken out of the wood around you. You can see a spatter of blood on the floor towards the stairs that lead downwards into the low decks, and a tatter of greenish cloth on the ground down the path in the opposite direction leading to the foredeck. |