06-30-2007, 11:12 AM
OOC: Location: Braggarfall Market Square
Leaving Preist Mardahiem to clean his soiled robe, Allistair had followed Shadow's whereabouts to a dozen places within Braggarfall, and none driven him closer to finding said tainted pooch.
The barkeep had, under the gentle pressure of a pistol's barrel, admitted seeing him and pointed towards town hall; the hall's crier whimpered seeing him with Merchant Sabbartine; and that poor fellow told Allistair that Shadow left down the adjacent alleyway, before nightfall.
True to his word, the Inquisitor could smell the magic from a Daemon Weapon at the alley's threshold. It lingered near the ground, on the walls, and Allistair even suspected he climbed on a roof, before the pungent scent grew stronger with every step. He left the alley.
Thump-thumpid-thump. Allistair stopped. Thump-thumpid-thump. His eyes darted round the faces and bodies milling around, straining to pick one out. The sound was familiar, and it settled into his gut like a home cooked meal, but disgusting. It was Shadow's heartbeat.
Delibrately, he drew the guild-inlaid pistol from his belt holster.
"So you are here."[/i]
Leaving Preist Mardahiem to clean his soiled robe, Allistair had followed Shadow's whereabouts to a dozen places within Braggarfall, and none driven him closer to finding said tainted pooch.
The barkeep had, under the gentle pressure of a pistol's barrel, admitted seeing him and pointed towards town hall; the hall's crier whimpered seeing him with Merchant Sabbartine; and that poor fellow told Allistair that Shadow left down the adjacent alleyway, before nightfall.
True to his word, the Inquisitor could smell the magic from a Daemon Weapon at the alley's threshold. It lingered near the ground, on the walls, and Allistair even suspected he climbed on a roof, before the pungent scent grew stronger with every step. He left the alley.
Thump-thumpid-thump. Allistair stopped. Thump-thumpid-thump. His eyes darted round the faces and bodies milling around, straining to pick one out. The sound was familiar, and it settled into his gut like a home cooked meal, but disgusting. It was Shadow's heartbeat.
Delibrately, he drew the guild-inlaid pistol from his belt holster.
"So you are here."[/i]