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Cinnamon Swirl - Speak of the Devil (Sham's Pocky Chain)
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Timeframe : 1260
Sethan ducks around a corner, shoulders hunched, a little wad of sigil covered silk stretched between his hands.
“Reida?”
The interlocking forms of earth and air emit a soft glow. “I caught up with them this morning.” The words hang in the air, faint and crackling. “They weren’t hard to find. Just follow everyone else following them.”
“And they’re safe?”
“Kairn’s tougher than you’d think, but…” Static swallows the sound.
“But what?”
“Guilford’s men are tracking them. And they’re massing at Kalas.”
“Damn.” The silk buzzes when he squeezes it.
“You knew this would happen.”
Sethan sighs. “Don’t lose them.”
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260
Sethan ducks around a corner, shoulders hunched, a little wad of sigil covered silk stretched between his hands.
“Reida?”
The interlocking forms of earth and air emit a soft glow. “I caught up with them this morning.” The words hang in the air, faint and crackling. “They weren’t hard to find. Just follow everyone else following them.”
“And they’re safe?”
“Kairn’s tougher than you’d think, but…” Static swallows the sound.
“But what?”
“Guilford’s men are tracking them. And they’re massing at Kalas.”
“Damn.” The silk buzzes when he squeezes it.
“You knew this would happen.”
Sethan sighs. “Don’t lose them.”