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[_to_the_bone]

Things are better.

Jack is in.

Playing toss catch toss with a crystal ball on a couch, a suitable distance away from the fire.

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[fathers_cleric]

And there's a John Preston.

He'd never admit to being afraid of going home, but all the same he's there-sitting in a nearby chair.

"Aren't you afraid of breaking that?"

He points to the crystal ball.

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"It is charmed so it will not."

He grins over at him, catching it and sliding it back into his pocket.

"A christmas present by one who knows I am not always terribly graceful. Hello!"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston's suddenly thining of his own christmas presents, however the man can't help but make him grin.

"Hello. How are you?"

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"I am very well."

Bruised, here and there, but well.

"Yourself?"

[fathers_cleric]

"Fine." Preston lied.

He's an excellent liar.

"Tonight's the night. Putting things in motion."
He nods to himself, more then to the man he's talking to.

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"What?"

He leans forwards, because he is determined and not really as flighty as he comes across, sometimes.

"What is it? Can I help?"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston pauses.

Hesitating.

"My friend. Your friend. We're going to go rescue him."

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"Jurgen?"

Hope fills his voice.

"How are you going to do it? What will happen? Where is he and can I help at all? I miss him."

[fathers_cleric]

Preston is not a man who's used to putting other people in danger.

The fact that so many people are leaping to help defend his cause is somewhat unnerving.

"....Do you want to-help?"

Another plan is slowly taking shape inside his mind.

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"Yes!"

It's Jurgen. Somehow, that man seems to inspire loyalty.

"I cannot verily be hurt and I do want him back."