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Something was wrong.
Raistlin stopped, staring up from his booth before the window, and stared for a moment. He pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, and then turned his eyes to the bar.
Power like that would not be hard for one such as him to find.
He rose, and went to seek it out.
[Plotlocked to the White Rider, when she's available -- email me if you need, Aspen.]
Raistlin stopped, staring up from his booth before the window, and stared for a moment. He pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, and then turned his eyes to the bar.
Power like that would not be hard for one such as him to find.
He rose, and went to seek it out.
[Plotlocked to the White Rider, when she's available -- email me if you need, Aspen.]