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[golden_rider]

A rider enters the grounds on a beautiful, tall, proud horse. There are those who’d say he’d resemble a stallion himself with his proud grace, noble features similar to those of his brother and mane of golden hair that he wears loose over his shoulders. Yet his personality is not proud or unkind and he carries his beauty with the ease of a stallion

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[wereguard]

I -- well, I'm fairly sure he's dead. *frowns* By way of my brother, who I will hurt very badly once he's alive again.

[golden_rider]

*stares in disbelief* Lady, if your words are true...

*softly* Tell me what happened. I think I shall have to hurt him as well.

[wereguard]

*slightly grim smile* The more the merrier. *offers a hand* I'm Angua, by the way.

Well, I'm a werewolf. My whole family is, and my brother, Wolfgang, just happens to be the -- more or less insane one. He was out on Saturday night, spotted a friend of your brother's, and went after him. If I recall, Tabor came back to help George and got caught by Wolfgang. *Even if she wasn't present, probably figured this out by way of her nose*

[eternal_why]

*breath catches, but is determined not to cry in front of Tabor's brother*

I... I know your brother, sir. *can't bring himself to use the past tense yet*

[golden_rider]

*quietly* Is what I heard true? Was he slain?

[eternal_why]

It is. I was there.