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Date: June 9th, afternoon
Location: The restaurant
Status: Public
Summary: Jarod worries over the hellbeast brand
Jarod sat at a restaurant table, alone. He had pushed aside the plate of food and was nursing a glass of dark red wine.
Eventually, he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it and scowled at it.
The brand they had copied from the hellbeast's hide, three interlocking triangles, all pointing out and enclosing a fourth one. He was sure he had never seen it before. He had googled it - without any success.
He was going to show it around to the other guests, for all the good it would probably do. Next... well, maybe the local library. He'd cross that bridge when he got there.
Location: The restaurant
Status: Public
Summary: Jarod worries over the hellbeast brand
Jarod sat at a restaurant table, alone. He had pushed aside the plate of food and was nursing a glass of dark red wine.
Eventually, he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it and scowled at it.
The brand they had copied from the hellbeast's hide, three interlocking triangles, all pointing out and enclosing a fourth one. He was sure he had never seen it before. He had googled it - without any success.
He was going to show it around to the other guests, for all the good it would probably do. Next... well, maybe the local library. He'd cross that bridge when he got there.