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[ thick clouds have begun to roll across the previously blue sky of camp. a bleak, uniform gray fills the sky, the uncomfortable anticipation of involved children and adults creating a blanket of tense silence across the camp.
Masqué makes his arrival into the center of camp slowly, leisurely. half a dozen of his beastly mongrels follow in his wake, each one dripping thick black mucus from their jowls. his approach to those gathered is calm and measured; it seems tonight he is at long last able to keep check of his temper.
Masqué pulls back the long hood of his cloak, looking at those gathered before him with large, unblinking eyes. ]
What a silly little assumption. You honestly thought --
Masqué makes his arrival into the center of camp slowly, leisurely. half a dozen of his beastly mongrels follow in his wake, each one dripping thick black mucus from their jowls. his approach to those gathered is calm and measured; it seems tonight he is at long last able to keep check of his temper.
Masqué pulls back the long hood of his cloak, looking at those gathered before him with large, unblinking eyes. ]
What a silly little assumption. You honestly thought --