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[a_bit_heartless]

[In the very early morning, as today's slow rain is beginning to really work itself into a downpour, a single point of flame appears in the forest. And immediately darts under the nearest tree branch. The journal catches one phrase, before a long teardrop of flame goes hurlting towards the village.]

Ooh, and it would be raining.

[That bitterly

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[voice]

[outwalks]

Ah. . . the shops ought to carry umbrellas, if you haven't got one.

[voice]

[a_bit_heartless]

Ahhh, yes. [the voice crackles over the journal, which at this point has been summoned to the demon. Apparently it's important.

A hovering teardrop of flame flickers into view]

An umbrella. Just the thing I need. [....he's still a little irritable]

[voice] - 1/2

[outwalks]

[ Is that a fire. . .

. . . why is it talking. . . ]

[voice]

[outwalks]

I. . . suppose not. Ah-have you got anywhere to take shelter?

[voice]

[a_bit_heartless]

[polite young man. The fire bobs a bit] Well, I've tried a few places. [then leans forward, with interest] Why, have you got a nice fireplace?

[voice]

[outwalks]

[ A fire that wants a fireplace. This should make more sense than it actually does. ]

Not in my flat. But there's an unused hearth in the second floor kitchen, if you don't mind it.

[voice]

[a_bit_heartless]

In a kitchen, you say?

[and suddenly the whole book looks as if it has been sucked, fluttering into the air-- as it trails the flame across the sky] And which house might this be? [the book is flipped to present a very nice, aerial view of Luceti]

[voice] - 1/2

[outwalks]

[ What is he seeing?? ]

[voice]

[outwalks]

. . . The sixth building-it's south, closest to the river. You're only a little ways off, I think!

[ What has he just invited in. . . Allen dashes to the kitchen to wait all the same. ]