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ST The day of the duel has come, with the Sun shining his glory down on Creation. Great Forks, however, is not getting much in the way of sunshine. Last night while Carmine dreamed her frightening dreams, a massive bank of clouds moved over the city. Now torrents of chill rain pour across Great Forks, closing the markets but for a few brave or poor souls. The city of decadence and joy is mostly empty as people turn to taverns and bordellos, h
ST But even with the storm raging in the skies, Corve's day has come and somewhere in the city Falling Darkness waits for Corve to duel him.
ST homes and gaming parlors to pass the time. ^
Corve watches the rain outside, pondering how exactly this is going to go down. The Abyssal made no mention of how things were to be done once they reached Great Forks- he even went through great trouble to give him some useless, redundant message, and left no indications as to their coming brawl's details. He watches the rain through the window, scratching his now slightly grown beard.
Carmine nervously braids and unbraids her hair, watching Corve by the window, worrying about today and the fight.
Corve states, after a while of simply watching the downpour: "I'm bored." It's not that he -wants- to go out and fight this bloody monster of a pirate, but the day could certainly use some spicing up. "I wonder if he's waiting for us to leave," he continues.
Carmine "Leave here? Maybe we should then."
ST For a moment, as Carmine watches Corve stand at the window, she sees in his reflection a head full of brown hair and a full beard and a smile that certainly isn't on his face. Then it's gone and it's just ill-kempt, stubbly, frowning Corve.
Carmine blinks, and shakes her head.
Corve sighs a little, and picks up his gun. He's already polished all of them, leaving them shiny and glamorous. He begins to load Judging Thunder slowly, each bullet sliding perfectly into spot. "Mmm... maybe. I'd hoped he'd be a little less cryptic about the whole affair." He bites his lower lip and then closes the rifle, a loud 'click' signaling that it's fully loaded.
ST There is a knock at the door of the room Carmine and Corve have shared since arriving.
Carmine goes over to the door, opening it
Corve raises his head and grabs his six-shooters, sliding them into their holsters. The rifle rises slowly, aiming at the door from a rather advantageous position.
ST The messenger, a boy of 12 or 13, looks a bit confused to be the target of a very large, golden firearm. "Don't shoot mister!"
Corve smiles at the kid. "Wasn't planning to, kid. Can we help you?"
Messenger "Uhh" can't help but stare at the large guns. "Are you Mr. Corve?"
Corve "That'd be me."
Messenger "A Mister "Falling Darkness" said he was waiting for you at the docks where your boat is."
Corve nods. "Thanks kid," he says, and digs into his pocket for a coin, flipping it at him. "Get as far away from the docks as you can, kid."
Messenger "Yes sir, thank you sir!" Grabs the coin and runs like his ass is on fire down the hallway.
Carmine "Well, we know where he is now..."
Corve snorts a little and shakes his head. "Well, I guess that's what we were waiting for, hmm?" He rises slowly and buttons up his trenchcoat, flipping his hat onto his head and giving Carmine a small grin. "You ready?"
Carmine nods.
Corve tosses her the clothes that Jasmine gave them to be insconspicuous, and then slips his own on on top of his trenchcoat. "Then let's go," he says, closing the door behind them and knocking four times on the doors of the Dragon-Blooded mercenaries. He's already told them to hang back, but be ready to pull Carmine or him out of any lethal danger. He may be head-strong, but he's not -stupid.- "Docks," he says, loud
Corve enough for them to hear him, and then continues on his way.
Carmine pulls on the long cloak that conceals most of her body and follows Corve out into the rain.
ST Carmine and Corve, along with Current and Silver, make their way to the docks along the most direct route, not wanting to waste any time. With all four keeping their eyes and senses alert for an unfriendly presence, they move carefully to be sure, but quickly. None of them senses any such presence. From their lodgings the docks where the formerly-stolen river boat is tied up are only a five minute walk.
Corve wraps his Essence around his shape, around his very bones, letting it infuse his body with the speed and intangibility of the very shadows they cast.
Corve kisses Carmine as they come closer to the docks, and winks, turning under the rain to disappear into the shadows behind one of the dock-houses. Silently, he makes his way through them, skipping puddles of water until he reaches the nearest house to their ship. There, he begins to climb, getting up on the roof where he can be a little safer than he would otherwise be.
Current glances up at Corve climbing the roof. "Sooo...I take it two big burly anathema like yourselves don't need our help..."
Carmine remains down on the street, briefly glancing after Corve before walking on. "Not if he comes alone. But if Corve gets hurt or killed when you could have saved him ..." she eyes the pair of them, eyes flashing.
Current "Erumm...we'll keep an eye out then..over here. We'll listen for the screaming then!" Walks with Silver to a safe place to..keep watch.
Falling Darkness steps off the barge that Carmine and Corve had taken from the slavers, offering a smile at the two Solars. "You know, Lamb, I knew you couldn't fight but I didn't think you couldn't hear or comprehend. A duel is between two people, not five."
Corve smiles at the Abyssal, shrugging his shoulders a little. "Right. And I care about honoring a half-assed duel from a homicidal, murderous wank-job because..?" He crouches slightly, the rifle on his shoulder. "What's wrong? Nervous now?"
Falling Darkness "Only because I'd hate to have to kill you because it might prove too difficulty to just maim you...again."
Corve raises a brow. "Are you hitting on me?" He quirks a brow.
Falling Darkness "Not yet, Lamb. But lets get to it, shall we? It's so much fun."
Corve smirks. "I haven't decided. By the way... what exactly was the point with the fat merchant last night? I mean... really..." He continues to talk, gauging the Abyssal's position. He can hit him from here, if the Abyssal doesn't shift position too quickly.
Falling Darkness frowns. "What fat merchant?" The Deathknight steps up onto the railing of the barge, swords in hands and watches Corve move.
Carmine just watches for the moment.
Corve raises a brow. "Oooh, don't tell me your bosses have been doing things behind your back..." he says, grinning wider. "Maybe they don't trust you as much as you think they do..."
Falling Darkness "They trust me well enough, Lamb. But I don't need botherin with every detail."
Corve "Sure... that's why they sent someone here with a piece of what they used to bring down Abundance... gave me some half-assed, redundant message... and never even bothered to tell you..." He shakes his head. "If you ask me, they're trying to play you, patchy."
Falling Darkness shrugs his shoulders and drops to the dock. In mid-step from rail to dock the Abyssal leaps upwards, throwing himself like a leaf on the wind, jumping towards the rooftop where Corve stands.
Corve was expecting that. As soon as the Abyssal's feet leave the ground, the assessor rises to his feet in one fluid, silent movement. With the keen spacial mind of an archer, Corve gauges the velocity and movement of the Abyssal and then turns, running as he looks over his shoulder with half an eye, his rifle flipping upside down on the other should and he lets off three silent, corruscating shots of his weapon. The
Corve first bullet comes dark, but it's followed by two others that twist and spin in the air, leaving a braided trail of argent and violet in their wake.
Falling Darkness lands with a smile as his anima nudges the bullets off course before a single slash from his off-hand blade cuts the three bullets down. "That wasn't very impressive, Lamb."
Falling Darkness "I'd be happy to accept your surrender so I don't have to rend your flesh and spill your blood, lamb." The one-eyed Abyssal grins at Corve, taking several steps closer to the Solar.
Corve matches the steps, one by one as the Abyssal approaches. "Being blase won't save your ass," the Solar responds, smiling defiantly.
Falling Darkness "Then why are you the one backing up?"
Corve "Because unlike you, I don't underestimate my opponents..."
Falling Darkness "Haven't underestimated one yet."
Corve "First time for everything..."
Falling Darkness "Though sometimes my big heart gets in the way and I go a bit easy on them. Compassion is such a burden." The Deathknight laughs and lunges at Corve, sweeping his right hand blade out to cut open the brave Solar
Corve expected as much. A vibrant aura surges about Corve. Like a wolf, he crouches and moves, his legs sending him flying up into the air in a short-lived dance that propells him from where he was, to the side, then into a low, turning crouch, and finally, without any sort of hesitation, the Solar simply steps back from the last blow, letting it slide by with a small smile before he brings up his rifle and, trotting
Corve *backwards, fires upon his enemy.
Carmine watches the exhange of blows between her love andthe abyssal, qincing as the second blow lands home
Carmine **
Falling Darkness smiles as he darts forwards, sidestepping Corve's attempts to shoot him. Though two of his strikes missed, one carved a line of red into the Assessor's chest. "First blood, Lamb."
Falling Darkness falls backwards as Corve's shots take him full in the front, tearing bloody holes in his wrappings and his flesh. His one eye glares dangerously as he spits out some blood. "That was impolite."
Corve smiles at the Abyssal, raising an eyebrow. "Umm, you're leaking..." he says.
Carmine smiles happily to herself. Corve was doing so well.
Falling Darkness lets his smile fade away as he dives forward, right-hand blade aiming not to slice, but to impale Corve through the heart. The second blade flashes at the Assessor's face and neck more times then Corve can devote attention to count!
Corve looks at the blade as it comes at him, tilting his head to the side a little. He's learned a little since the last time they tangled- this time around, he won't be so easy to strike. Not by far. With a sudden burst of golden Essence, Corve -becomes- it. Sunlight. Pure and shining. The blade impales the motes of light, but does nothing, only serving to scatter them as they flicker away... away... and with a
Corve hurricane-like whirl, they become a persona gain. Corve, who's weapon is poised and ready to rip a hole in Falling Darkness' head. He shoots. Twice.
Falling Darkness knocks the bullets away, glaring daggers at the Solar "You're starting to anger me, Lamb."
Corve smiles at the Abyssal, giving the man a short shrug as he lifts a hand to tip his hat at the Abyssal. "Aw, don't worry, you're still the prettiest in all the land." Then he just lifts the gun and shoots. Once. A perfect bullet, searing through the air and burning it with its twisting Essence as he walks backwards, putting even more distance between the Abyssal and himself, keeping the other man at the distance,
Corve even as he keeps the dark pirate's gleaming blades in his sights.
Falling Darkness ignores the attack, simply batting it away with a sudden moment of darkness as the Abyss consumed the bullet and its Essence. Ducking forward the Deathknight takes a little risk and tries once more to drive his blade through Corve's heart.
Corve slips around the Abyssal's attacks, twisting himself around the pirate's body and skipping backwards away from the dark man. Even as he moves backwards, he unloads another shot. He can feel the Essence in his body coursing, draining under the pressure of the Abyssal's assaults. However, he fires still, letting the silent thunder of his weapon ravage the air between the two Exalted.
Falling Darkness allows another moment of darkness to consume the bullet. He stands, watching Corve with one eye. "You might not be such a lamb anymore."
Corve quirks a brow at the Abyssal. "What are you going to start calling me now? Cow? 'cause if it means that much to you, I'll gain a few pounds." He winks, taunting him.
Falling Darkness "Before I leave I could make you an ox, but what fun would that be?" The sword flashes again, driving in towards Corve's chest but even as it strikes at Corve, the Abyssal is leaping away to another rooftop and summoning the last of his Essence for a Dramatic Escape
Carmine watches the pair from the edge of the rooftop, so proud of Corve.
Corve barely even notices the attack, tilting his head to the side and smiling at the blade as it flashes by him. It almost looks like he's looking at himself in the mirror, his eyes following the Abyssal's movements silently.
Corve lifts his gun as the Abyssal jumps like a jack-rabbit, attempting to get away. "I'm the lamb- but you're the one that's always leaving," he says, letting go of two vicious shots at the Abyssal, pouring what's left of his being into the bullets.
Falling Darkness calls the Abyss to consume the bullets even as that same darkness spawns a shadow airship of cobwebs and Essence to pull Falling Darkness from the docks and into the sky.
Carmine runs up to corve and hugs him, kissing him. "You did so well!"
Corve stands, rather proud, until the Abyssal runs off, and then he collapses, sitting down and crossing his legs, his weapon falling to his lap and his hands coming to his face. Gods, he feels drained... not hurt. Just... drained. Carmine's kiss is welcome, and he returns it. "Yeah yeah... he's still alive, though," he mutters, tilting his head from side to side. "Alright, let's go..."
ST Carmine and Corve, along with the Dragon-Blooded, return to their rooms. Given time, Corve will be just fine, which is a vast improvement over his last two meetings with the Abyssal. The tiny line of blood on his chest is nothing to worry over, Carmine says. She does notice that Corve's arm and shoulder still have funny green-blue splotches on them, like he'd dripped paint across his skin.
Carmine frowns at his arm, looking at the green-blue splotches with renewed suspicion. She wished she knew what they were.
ST As the two Solars fall asleep, one of them finds their mind wandering in a dark plain, empty of all sensation and features. And to the Dreamer, comes a voice.
Formless Voice "i hear you, sleeper." the voice is slow, sleepy. Corve finds no source for the voice as he stands under heavy black clouds on a grey plain.
Corve quirks a brow. He's had odd dreams before, but usually when someone speaks to him in them, they're around...
Formless Voice "you are welcome here"
Corve "Who are you?"
Formless Voice "i welcome you into my trust."
Corve "That's... very hospitable of you. But, uh, who -are- you? And where is 'here'?"
Formless Voice "you can be with her now."
Corve "Her? Carmine?"
Formless Voice "he no longer matters to her, you can replace him."
Corve "... who? You speak to me as if I'm in on some big joke... but I'm -not.- I don't understand."
Formless Voice "you will bind yourself to her and she to you. she is bound to me and you shall be bound as well."
Formless Voice "your foe will have no place and you may defeat him."
Corve "I don't bind myself to people I don't know... and I don't know -you.- Who -are- you and what do you want?"
Formless Voice "i want nothing. you are already bound. once she returns, you will follow."
Corve "I'll follow her to Malfeas if I have to... but only to bring her back with me."
Formless Voice "she will not wish to return."
Formless Voice "you will stay with her."
Corve is beginning to get a little pissed at this formless voice that thinks it knows everything.
Corve "We'll make our own decisions, thank you. No one, not you, and not the gods, can force us into -anything.- If you think otherwise, you'll learn the hard way."
Formless Voice "she has told me you will be with her."
Corve "I think... that you're the one we're after. Being that the case- brace yourself."
Carmine slips into view then, long ebon curls sliding down her back, wearing a dress of shadows and silver, a long black blade at her side, apparently made from the Void itself "You would leave me alone in the dark, my love?"
Corve blinks, tightening his jaw. "No. But I don't plan on sticking around in the dark, either." He's not fooled... that... is either not his lover, or it's what she -was.- And he doesn't care what she -was.- He loves her -now.-
Carmine "But we can offer you such power. He will never hurt you again ... and we can be together forever, my love ... age cannot touch us."
Formless Voice "her memory returns and you question who she is. truth is shown and you shy away. join her in the truth and be at peace with her."
Corve isn't that type of guy, fortunately for the world. "I'd rather get maimed every day, and grow old with you, than become whatever it is they want me to be." Then he takes a step towards her, smiling. "And just for the record: I'm a chosen of the -Sun.- I don't need to be gifted power. Just time to acquire my own." He ignores the formless voice. It's irrelevant now- it's speaking both by itself and through Carmine.
Carmine kisses him then, her lips full and red and soft and then she pulls back, looking downcast "Then I will be parted from you ... alone once more. If that is your descision though, my love ... I cannot hold you to me..."
Corve "I'd rather the decision be made by the real Carmine. Not some dark mirror. Unless either of you have something concrete to say, I suggest you let me rest. I need my beauty sleep before I go save the world."
Formless Voice "you will see the truth soon. you are always welcome."
Corve 's next words are Brumish, and so obscene that they have no translation.
Corve awakens, shaking his head violently and propping himself up on his shoulders, sweaty and with a furrowed brow. He reaches to his side, to make sure she's still there. Not gone. Not lost.
Carmine "...Corve?" she calls out sleepily
Corve sighs in relief, exhaling and rolling over and pull her closer, clutching her tight. Despite his defiance during the dream, he is definitely shaken by it.
Carmine hugs him back "What's wrong, my love?"
Corve shakes his head. "I guess it was my turn for them to fuck with... had a bad, bad dream..." he says, still holding her.
Carmine strokes his head "What happened?"
Corve "Some... some voice... telling me I can be with you now... and... you were there... but dark. All in black, with white hair and a black sword..." He sighs. "And you said you wouldn't want to come back..."
Carmine "...wouldn't want to come back?"
Corve "I guess from wherever it is we're going... the underworld..."
Corve "They... you... offered me power and immortality..." he kisses her gently, stroking her hair. "I don't want it. We shouldn't go. We should just... go find Myrrh and Xar."
Carmine "No ... I have to know what's down there. I want to know ... who he was..."
Corve "Who? The voice... mentioned something about someone else... someone I'm... someone I can -replace,- I..." He stops, just laying his head on her. "Promise me you'll come back with me."
Carmine "I will ... I promise. I don't want to be alone ..."
Corve "Good," he says, sitting up. "We need to get disguises for tomorrow," he starts, changing the subject. "We should probably hit the streets as soon as possible, then. There's no way we're getting into Chiaroscuro looking like we do."
Carmine "...No, we wouldn't..."
Corve sighs a little and decides that no, he's not going to be able to sleep much more tonight. "Go back to sleep, I'm going to go see what I can scrounge up in terms of disguises," he says, kissing her again and slipping out of bed.
ST By the light of his anima as he's getting dressed, Corve notices the splotches on his arm moving around.
Corve blinks, and slaps at the blotches. "Hrm... what are you buggers up to now?" he asks, rather rhetorically. "Maybe I should go see a doctor..." he continues. Someone with more medical experience than Carmine.
ST The splotches stop moving, having collected into a single massive spot on Corve's shoulder blade.
Carmine "...That really isn't healthy, Corve."
Corve purses his lips and looks at her, smiling. "What? The blotches moving, or me going to see someone else about my well being?" he jests, smiling at her. "I'll see if I can scout some medic here before we leave," he says, sliding his pants and shirt on and then his trenchcoat, his weapon, and the cloaks Jasmine gave them over it all. "You, however, -sleep.-"
Carmine gives him a 'you were the one who fought an abyssal to a standstill and then had a nightmare' look. She has made no move to get out of bed though
Corve smiles and walks to the door, stepping out and then leaning his head back in. "I love you," he says, smiling a little and then closing the door behind him, walking out into the Great Forks dew.
ST From the crash of thunder outside, it would seem to still be raining horribly.
ST And as Corve walks outside and finds himself soaked to the bone within moments, this is confirmed.
ST With four things firmly in mind, Corve heads out into the rain-soaked, pre-dawn streets of Great Forks. His first task, finding a healer who might be able to tell him what the spots on his arm are, is relatively easy. Though this particular healer is a strange one to be open so late. He gives Corve an odd look as the Assessor steps inside.
Corve closes the door behind him, shaking a little to get the water off him. "Hello?"
Healer "What do you need...sir?" Corve is obviously not the sort of client the man is used to getting this late at night. A more typical example of his clientele is sitting on a bench, smiling at the very handsome healer. From her clothes and make-up, Corve would assume the woman is a well-to-do "companion", in for a check up.
Healer "If it isn't an emergency, I have another client that needs attending to, and several more appointments tonight..." The man returns the woman's smile, then looks back at Corve, waiting.
Corve blinks, tilting his head. "I need someone who can take a look at something... a medical someone. I realize it's not the most common time to come around, but I've got an airship to catch in the morning..."
Healer eyes Corve up and down, unimpressed by the man's soggy clothing. "Can you pay? My rates for walk-ins this late are steep.'
Corve raises a brow. "How about you take a look. Can't be too expensive just to give a diagnosis. We can discuss payment if you figure out a treatment."
Healer gives Corve an unhappy look, then nods. "What is the problem?"
Corve smiles, and then takes off the soggy clothing, revealing the gold-threaded orichalcum buff jacket and rifle hanging from his back. He removes them also, setting them on a nearby table, and then his shirt, turning so that the healer can see the blotch- or blotches, if they moved again.
Healer blinks warrily at the golden coat and weapon as Corve removes his shirt, then turns his attention to the blue-green mass on the Anathema's shoulder. "Ah, it's a fungal infection..."
Corve "Hmm... it was moving when I woke up a while ago."
Healer "Was it a Wyld Fungus?"
Corve "Frankly, I'm not sure. Although I did get it from some plant in a village of giants due to them eating yab-yab all the time..." he says.
Healer looks nonplussed. "I see. Well, I can proscribe some herbs to fight the infection, you'll have to rub them in daily and stay out of sunlight as much as possible. Or we can remove the infection directly."
Corve "I think staying out of the sun is going to be hard," he says, gesturing to his weapon.
Healer "Well then we can try to remove the infection." The man reaches into a box on the table where Corve put his clothes and draws out a small, very sharp knife.
Corve raises a brow. "How exactly do you plan on doing that..?" he says cautiously, "...and what might be the results of simply leaving it?"
Healer "If you leave it, it might infest your body with spores and transform you into a walking fungal colony. If it's a Wyld Fungus, that is. Otherwise it could just make you sick or try to sprout from your skin."
Corve blinks. "And you plan on removing it... how?"
Healer "Don't worry about that, I'll just give you some Dormancy and you'll be so deep asleep you won't feel a thing. It will take just a few minutes, then I'll wake you up and send you on your way."
Corve raises a brow at the man, and then perks an ear. "You wouldn't be planning on putting me to sleep and then doing somethng -else- with me other than waking me up and sending me on my way, healthy and fine, would you?"
Healer looks at Corve with a mocking expression "What else would I be planning on doing?"
Corve "Any number of things... you'll forgive my caution... but I haven't met many trustworthy people as of late." He turns, looking down at the man. "Now, you'll be waking me up a few minutes after I fall asleep, and sending me on my healthy way, won't you?"
Healer "Perfectly healthy."
Corve "Doc- I'm not a normal guy. I like yes or no answers." He smiles again. "Indulge me."
Healer shakes his head at Corve. "Yes, I'll be sending you right along after you wake up. Do you think I'm going to take advantage of you while you sleep or sell you to someone?"
Healer "Honestly, you're not that attractive and I doubt you'd fetch that high a price."
Corve "Anything's possible, doc. No offense. Anyway, how much is this going to cost?" He needs to make sure they still have money for everything else.
Healer "Ten silver bits." An expensive price, but the 40 slaves gave Corve and Carmine a healthy amount of silver and jade so this won't be a drain at all.
Corve nods and then waves a hand. "Let's get it over with, then, doc."
Healer opens a second, smaller box, inside the first and produces a small black cake of crushed and boiled plants. "Eat this."
Corve takes it, and eats it.
Healer A minute or so later Corve is sleeping dreamlessly until he smells a horrid stench directly under his nose, a stench so pervasive it seems to crawl up his nostrils of its own free will and ravage the sensitive smell-parts within.
Corve "AUWGH!" He rises suddendly, shaking his head. "Gah... that's horrid." He turns to the healer. "So doc? How'd it go?"
Healer After the stench clears, Corve is aware of the dull, muted pain in his shoulder and he notes that the doctor is busy cleaning his knife. "Well enough. I think the infection has been removed, but you should still keep an eye on the area in case it re-emerges."
Corve nods slightly. "Right then," he says, sliding off the table and rolling his shoulder. "Any other information you can give me, in case I have to go see someone somewhere else about it?"
Healer "Go to them in the day."
Corve "Right. Alright, doc," he says, paying the man and dressing himself again, grabbing all his gear. "Thanks, and sorry for the disturbance." He puts on his hat and tips it to the woman waiting. "Ma'am," he says.
ST The woman looks frostily at Corve as he departs, having successfully ruined the mood with his fungus.
Corve figures she should be used to it by now, and continues on his quest for -stuff!-
ST Finding parts for a disguise for himself and Carmine is much, much easier then getting the fungus removed from his shoulder. Which is starting to throb rather terribly now that he's walking about in the rain, wearing armor. Corve easily locates several types and styles of hair dye and facial make up that can, supposedly, make him look 20 years younger and ensure that his bed is never empty. So say the salespeople.
ST Clothes are easier still, though not in the styles either he or Carmine are accustomed to, but that's all the better for a disguise, isn't it?
ST After getting himself a nice early morning drink, Corve goes to collect the merchant.
ST His first surprise is to find the door open when he tries it.
Corve steps inside slowly, unholstering one os his sixshooters.
Corve of**
ST Corve's precaution is unneeded since the only occupant of the store, now swept clean of all its former contents, is the corpse of the merchant, his eyes closed and a pool of dried blood around the former location of his neck. A note lays in the blood with Corve's name on it.
Corve sighs, shaking his head slowly and picking the note up to read it.
ST The note is in almost illegible writing in Riverspeak. "I found the fat merchant you told me about and decided he shouldn't be talking with you. Our encounter left me weary and spent, but I'll find you again." There is no signature.
ST Corve's keen investigator's eye makes note of the vicious tearing around the man's throat and the amount of blood on the floor. Looks like those rumors about Abyssals making meals of mortals could be true.
Corve folds it and tucks it away. "Not if I find you first," he says- adding an obscenity in Brumish- and leaves the store, locking up behind him and then tossing the key back inside under the door, before he makes his way back to the inn where Carmine and the Dragon-Blooded are.
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