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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

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[agirllost]

Her heart almost skips a beat. No, it can't be time to leave, not now.

She swallows, fighting back tears again, and nods.

[forsaken_bard]

Asmodean straightened the lace at his sleeves and at his collar as he spoke.

"I have need of your services."

[agirllost]

She lowers her gaze, hoping he means her Channelling ability.

'Stop being so afraid. He won't hurt you unless you give him a reason.'

She stands, raising her head so that she's looking straight ahead, not down.

"What do you need me to do?"

'Don't show him you're scared.'

[forsaken_bard]

Asmodean glanced out towards the door. Dark eyes narrowed slightly as he did so. It was time for some action. A gambit, but he had to move. It was not the time to stay still. Not at all.

"Ishamael is preoccupied at the moment, and I did not stay here to take a holiday. Astoreth is probably equally occupied, and the two of us have little to worry about where she is concerned."

A pause.

"I plan on... repossessing some documents from him, and you are going to help me."