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Having told VIc about the death of Artism and his reaction to this. What he wanted?
I arrive at the door first to leave the count's home, I trembled as I heard the wind still howled out there. I eased open the door. the guards looked at me. They seemed to be more at ease seeing us leaving the place.

"Jack, let's return to the Falcon's Talon Inn," Stevie suggested as she felt the wind tear into her legs and thanks to her wearing the skirt of leather.

"I agree, Jack. I am famished." Benger said as he saw a white-skinned noble across the street from us. The lightning exposes him to Benger's eyes. It looks like him. It must be him. The being smiled and began to advance towards him. He saw its teeth were fangs. His eyes were huge, there was no cornea or white. The flesh about where the skin of his cheeks should be were strands, thick treads or threads instead of flesh. He can't look away. The lightning fails to flash there. Seeing forks of lightning touch down on the ground.

Benger does not wait to recheck to see if he saw this white-skinned noble. Benger’s breath was haggard, struggled to breath. His breath came in gasps. He was like a trembling leaf in a gale-force wind. When he had begun to run away. He fled. Barreled into the street. Cried out in terror. His actions startled the horses that are in the street having rested where they are tied.

The way he moved it frightened even us. We drew back away from him. He bolted away from where he saw the white-skinned noble. His skin began to pale. The talisman began to grow warmer as it had gotten closer to them felt his skin began to tear, he looked at his chest to see what happened there.

He brought his hand to his chest where the talisman was. He felt something warm spill over his fingers. He looked at his fingers saw something dark on them, as it fell in droplets from his fingers. The droplets splash and burst on the stones at his feet.

We heard the voice of the noble, when we saw the death of Artism, that we recognized it from there, “Ẁhy do you run, Do I frighten you. I shouldn’t. I am not quite friendly. Am I not! All I want to do is take with you! Are you afraid?"

We spun about to see the figure who spoke. Our eyes saw no one there. It was where we heard the voice come from. It was an empty space. The only thing that was there was a wall of the building, Nothing else. When we looked at where Benger was looking. It was as if It ran, where he had looked as he shifted and moved to follow it with his eyes.

I laughed at him, I could not understand what had happened to him. Stevie did not look pleased, she felt that there was
a reason for this to have happened to him.

She drew back her fist to catch me with a heavy uppercut. Caught me on the shoulder drove me to my knees, She knocked me off my feet. I toppled into the ground. I reached up to rub my shoulder to bring the blood back to it. Stevie smiled and laughed as it connected. We entered the place.

I winced and said,"That is just what I need."As I watched her draw back her fist again. The fist came back toward me, I dodged it. I felt that Count Vic was going to give Cala a talking too. I did not want to be around when he did this.

I was going to try and stay out of trouble, the best way to do this was to stay out of the hair of the nobles. They were involved in many things that they should not be involved in.

We headed into the Falcon’s Talon..

Benger charged into the dining area. Spotted Dedraw as she was in the dining area. She saw him come towards her. Wet and cold thanks to the storm we were out in. He shivered as he looked at her. He refused to look over his shoulder and brought his hand to her shoulder. The cup of tea in her hand spill over its sides. She burned her fingers, She dropped the teacup to arrive on the table to run all over the place,

He thought she hadn't brought the cup to her lips but was stirring her tea with a spoon. He refused to look over her shoulder till the tea washed across the table. The dining area had scents of eggs and potatoes and ham being cooked in the air. It was mouth-watering. There was a scent of coffee and tea in the air.

He topples into the floor and falls into the floor. Benger his words came out in a rush, as he tried to warn her, “He is behind me, Right behind me!"

She drew her fingers away from the spilled tea, watched her fingers turn pink, looked into his eyes. She said, `"Where have you been?"

“I was at Count Vic’s. Thanks to Cala!” Benger said. Water ran down his face thanks to the storm. He shivered both from the chill that he was feeling and what he saw walking here.

He could not remove the fear that he felt due to seeing the white-skinned noble. He saw its face, witnessed fangs in its mouth. Its eyes were full of darkness. There was no white in the eyes of this being. The nails were grey where the bones were on its hands where there should be pink beneath the nail. The nail's edge is black with dirt.

“What do you mean? Thanks to Cala?” Dedraw glared at him, she could not understand this, Neither could we and we were there.

"There is no explanation for this to have happened. He should have the gawl to see the count, Not bloody, us! I think. Cala should pay for this to have happened here! I saw to it that he would. Count Vic was going to see him. As soon as we left his home. The count would see to this.`I said.

“We saw a coach that should have been pulled by four horses. It had its horses killed! The coach was there thanks to Cala’s desire to have it come there. We saw it!” Benger declared.

“How does that say, that we weren’t going to be in bed together?” Dedraw said.

“That,s why? I could not be with you last night?” Benger declared as he looked into her tear-filled eyes.

“Are you, sure. That you had to do this? “She asked as she nibbled some of the crust off the toast.

We watched as we saw Benger bolt inside the dining area. He did not slow his speed. When he entered the place he saw Dedraw. He was happy, a smile appeared as if by magic on his face.

“How was your night?” Stevie asked.

“Fantastic, but I missed my love bug!” she said and grinned at us, pinched the buttock of Benger, who squealed and slapped her hand off his bum.

“We weren’t responsible for that. He was?” I said as we stopped beside Debraw’s table talked her.

She pointed at Benger hunched his shoulders looked at the floor instead of her.

“What do you mean?” Dedraw put her arms across her chest glared at Benger with the hint of a smile there.

“He saw the carriage in the storm. He had us check out the wagon, It was a noble’s carriage there were bodies left there. It was attacked on the road there. Cala told us to go and see the count. Thanks to him,” I said

Dedraw glared at him. Said, “That was why you could not spend the night with me! How dare you?”

“I thought, it could be important that we check out the coach. It is… It involved Cala and someone. He was waiting for was slain!” Benger said,

“So, where you were last night, When you were supposed to be with me. After you saw Cala?” Dedraw snarled.

“Seeing count Vic! Cala told us to see to him!” Stevie said.

“Why?” Dedraw asked.

“Because Cala felt the count would not believe him. If he told him what we saw. There was a question that had been raised that Cala could not explain. He felt we could!” Benger said.

“Why did you not do this today instead of last night!” Dedraw asked.

“We were told to do this, He gave us three gold to take us there. To discuss with the count what we saw. He did not wish for us to not tell the count what we saw?” Benger whispered.

“And…” Dedraw slapped the table in anger.

“He threatened to have us arrested if we refused to do this!” I chimed in.

“How do you expect me to believe this?” she asked. Shook her head in disbelief. Glared at Benger, she needed more assurance than we could give her without the proof that Cala would have to allow us to prove to her, what we said was true.

“If you would like, we can asked. Cala if we see him come in here,” Stevie askeds, we knew he would come here today. Probably to speak with us about what we had done to him.

“Yes, If you could do this!” Dedraw said, “I will believe him. Only if you can actually do this!”

“We will do this,” Stevie said as she smiled to confirm what we will do for her.

“How are you doing?” Dedraw asked as she took his hand in hers got to her feet walked towards the room that Stevie got for them.

“Fine, Aside from the cold,” Benger said as he bent down to kiss her.

“Stevie, would you care to allow me to spend the night with this beautiful woman. Please,” Benger asked there were tears in his eyes.

“Fine, I would do it for you!” Stevie said with a smile on her face, she understood what she meant to him and him her.

“Thank you,”

After several hours, I heard the heavy doors slam open, The serving girls and men looked at the entrance. Cala charged inside, he flung open the doors. He advanced into the room. His guards walked in with him. Cala's eyes huge. His hands white from blood loss. His jaw clenched. His lips white. His skin was pale. When his eyes fell on me. They stayed there as if they were daggers and I was the target. They did not waver. They hung on me like a noose about my neck. He stormed toward me.

I felt that there was a great deal of hatred being implemented towards me. I quickly turned to face Cala. He threw a person out of the way as he advanced towards me. He drove his hand down on my shoulder. It nearly tore my arm out of its socket. My arm fell. Pain filled my soul. The shoulder felt torn.

His face was white, his hands had opened and closed as he approached, His hand nearest his sword sped towards it. I was driven down. I winced and held my tongue in place.

I looked to see Cala his voice was full and loud, “What the hell have you done? Do you know who I have seen? Last evening!”.

“I have done nothing. I only told Count Vic to see you! That was why we were there was due to your meddling? Wasn’t it? I dare say it was, Because of you doing, this! ” I said.

“Do you know what you have done?" he screamed, his guards drew their weapons to protect Sir Cala from whoever was there to harm him.

“I take it. You saw him! Right!” I winced and easily smiled.

“How dare you? You Meddling piece of shit!” Cala screamed, his hand began to lift his sword from its sheath, it did not move to far.

“My your voice is getting louder, I take it you saw him. That’s why you are upset! How did it go?" I asked as I rubbed salt into his wounds.

“How dare you do this?” He screamed.

“Watch your tongue there are ladies about, You know, that you can not swear in their presence. If you do? They’ll go to see the bishop. You know what that means if you don’t hold a civil tongue in your head.” I said as I wagged a finger in front of his face.

“So, you were responsible for them going to see Count VIc?” Dedraw whispered the color drained from her face.

Cala turned to face her, the color drained, he closed his hands, his hand slipped over the pommel of his sword. It did close on the pommel. He said,”I did tell them to do this?”

“So, you were telling the truth,” Dedraw wrapped her arms about his neck, kissed him. She was happy,

His guards stood beside him and they reached for their weapons. His eyes wide with horror. Drove his feet to hit the floor like a Klesdale”s hoof. Charged toward me.

I winced as I saw Cala’s face and heard his voice,” What are you doing? Including me in this matter!”

I turned about to face him, my hand drifted silently to my daggers, no one saw my hand touch the dagger’s grip drew one into my hand. I fetl safe. Judged the distance between us, he was within range of my dagger; if thrown, I said, as calm as can be, “I take it you saw Count Vic. How was he doing? Was he still impressed about seeing us! Thanks to you. I dare say he wasn’t when we saw him. Was he? What did he want to talk to you about, Ah! Yes, the messenger.”

The other involved in this matter, smiled at him as he glared at them. His knuckles pink from blood loss. His face white with anger, his hand closed tightly on the sword’s pommel. He stared at me. He lifted his hand empty hand as though to strike me. I bring up the dagger to block his hand, The hand did not touch down on me, I stopped it. Inches from my face, His guards are with him. They look upset with me being there, Cala screams, “Did I see Vic! How dare you ask this question? To me! Me!”

“I take it, Count has talked to you. Was it worth your time? Seeing him?” I asked lifting my cup to my mouth. Taking a sip of ale. It coldness and the wheat favored brew woke me.

“How dare you? He did talk to me! Wanted to know, why I sent you to be there?” Cala said.

“So, you did in fact see him. Good to know, We’re off the hook! Thank you for confirming, what we told you.” I said as I looked at his face.

Cala said,`” Why have you brought it to his attention, that I am expecting the man to arrive from Artism kingdom. Do you know what he wants me to do?” His face contorted.

I smiled and said, “I haven’t got a clue!”

“Did he tell you to see the sorceress?” He screamed, the others in the dining room turned to see the boar doing this. They looked concerned a might upset. The waiter came over to stop him, until he saw the cape on the shoulders of Cala. He freezes, turns about ane leaves the area. Cala’s face is white with fear.

“No! He did not,”

“Do you realize that you are in a great deal of trouble!” he warned.

“Why are we in trouble. It’s not our problem.it. It's yours isn’t it!” I declared my voice grew in volume as my pointing finger tapped him in the chest.

“You have to see the wizardess?”

“Are we supposed to listen to you. Are we in your employ? I am not my father. Am I?” I snarl.

“That was why I had to see her?” Cala declared.

“So, what”s she like?” I smile and watch the foam of my ale spill over the side of the glass to run down its side. Watched him stand there, and glared at me. He stopped, looked at me incredulously. He opens and closes his mouth.

“Cat got your tongue,” Dedraw laughed as she looked at him.

Cala said deflated, “I have to see a medium and I need you and your friends to see her too.”

I look at him and raise my empty hand towards him, He looked at my hand in disbelief and asked, ” How much? Last night was three, and it could have been for a longer duration than I thought it was to be. Right?”

“So,” Cala said he looked at me, he smiled slowly.

“We don’t know how long this going to be. Do we?”

“You don’t. What do you expect me to do?” Cala said as he tried to figure out what I am going to say.

“Coins!” I suggested, a smile crept across my face.

“Coins,” he grumbled, “How much!”

“Give me, the number and I will tell you,”

We bicker about the numbers for quite some time, But we finally get the right figure for us doing this. He also does as Stevie suggests.

Dedraw and Benger are talking on the bed. Benger felt that he was being watched, but by whom. Dedraw felt the same as he does. They look about in search of what was watching them.

They looked at the huge oak door. it was closed. Benger even put his knife’s edge to the door to keep it closed. The room was large. It had a bed, a bucket for waste to be in, and thrown out. There was a bureau where their clothing laid.

Besides the bureau was a large window, The curtain was almost to the ceiling at its bottom, Benger saw a hint of a face there. Benger peered at the curtained window, the storm still was here. He witnessed the windows still begin to smoke. The glass began to run from where it rested in the frame to spill and run down the window frame.

He got to his feet and walks to the window. Parts the curtain to see a white face look at him through the window. The being could be on the ground looking through this window to see them. When the curtain moved, it has gone to the other side of the street, hiding beneath the trees leaves. It looked at him. He recognizes the face.
It can’t be. He said to himself, but it is. He saw it. He felt that he was in danger.

There were four holes in the window where its hand rested on the frame. The sill began to smoke and burn. The window sill had been cut in the length of it's hand resting there on the edge. To its depth, the wall beneath the sill was marked with its heat.

It smiled and laughed as he drew up his dagger to attack it. It danced away from the window, that was marred by its hand. Its manacle laughter filled the room. Benger touched the window which exploded to shower the room in shards of glass.

The metal object that hung from his neck grew hot. It felt as if it was going to be pulled from blisteringly hot coals. Smoke began to pour from the object. He screamed in pain, The cloak he wore began to char. He quickly threw off the cloak.

The object was ablaze. He reached for the cloak flames ran across it. Smoke billows from it. black smoke. The heat was unbearable. His hand touches it. his fingers ooze, and are engulfed in pain. bones spill from his hand.

He screamed as though his life depended upon him getting it off. His fingers slide off. He touched the chain, it felt` cold to the touch, He winces as he draws up the chain, pulls it from his chest. There was a pink fluid that ran from its side. Had he been branded. Smoke and flames ran from the shape of the object he removed.

There was a patch of bones where it rested, blood pours from this gaping hole.

We heard the scream. As I and Stevie walked past the door discussing what Cala has said to us. We heard the voice of Benger scream. Stevie charged at the door, hammered it. The door does not move. Stevie toppled to the floor.

Dedraw withdrew the knife, the door frame to see us. Dedraw flies over Stevie to crash into me as I am there.

We are all on the floor. Stevie looked up at her. Tears ran her eyes, her mouth moved, but no sounds coming out. She collapsed.

Benger screamed, blood ran from his chest. His right hand with burn marks on it.

I charged toward where she had come from. Sword up, I saw Benger looked at me. His eyes danced about. The room was cold as ice. There sat an object I didn’t see before on the bed. There blood running off this object. Eight inches in length and two inches in width, The surface has images appearing on its top They don’t stay the same way long enough for me to be able to describe them. There lay twelve bones on the blanket, covered in blood running off of them, Tendrils of smoke climbed off the bones and blood slowly boiling bubbles appeared and burst as soon as they appeared.

Benger looked at me, his skin was white. He shifts about as he tries to calm down. His teeth are chattering. His eyes do not rest. He fidgets about and not being calm. He asked, “What happening?”

“I don’t know?” I said as I reached for the object laying on the bed, the blanket began to turn brown, heat rose from the object. Smoke slowly erupts from the bedsheet. I drew my hand away, it’s very hot.

“What’s that?” Stevie said as she opened the door with Dedraw in her arms. Staring at the object that my hand has drawn away from that as well. My fingers feel as if they would be ablaze.

“I don’t know, but I took it from the carriage. I think I have done something to annoy the object. Or its possessor. It has harmed me, I don’t know what to do. I also saw the figure that killed Artism, in the window. It looked at me as I was here with Dedraw. The object was then ablaze when I saw it there.” he trembled as he spoke.

“What are these colors on the object, the images. They do not allow me to see them clearly. I am afraid. We can’t have the object on us. If we do. Look what it has done to you?” I said as I looked at it.

Blood spilled from his right hand, where the bones came from. The area where the digits ran with blood. I looked at his hand in disbelief. I drew up a towel wrapped it about his hand to seal the wound. I knew I would have to see a healer about this matter.

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