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[forsaken_bard]

As the evening wore on, little changed. Asmodean continued to be absorbed by his music. Sitting and playing quietly, dark eyes glancing out the window as the rain fell quietly, the bard seemed to be nothing more than a moody musician. Nothing to hint that he was one of the Chosen.

Suddenly, his head snapped up, and he calmly set down the harp. Rising to his feet, he turned to Kim. An impassive look on his face as his dark eyes watched her carefully.

"It is time, my lady."