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Abnormal-Child	Jun 7 2008, 07:19 PM
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	"Yes sending a messenger would have been proper, however my comings and goings from the church aren't really official, and a messenger sent by me would be looked into and we don't want that now do we?" “Understandable”, Logan said bluntly. His mind was quick to work. If he wasn’t aloud to send message out, it was unlikely your meant to be here yourself. Him mind worked quickly on how to take advantage of this information. "You might, but i wouldn't be quite so worried this isn't official church business, in-fact I wouldn't say it was church business, I am here of my own accord, there are whispers about you, you know? very hard to hear but if you listen well you hear them." Logan’s eyes narrowed, his body began to tense and he lightly shook in anger at what this man was say. Was he threatening them? Or was he simply informing them. He liked neither. With another barbaric grunt, he turned to the drink cabinet and drew a bottle of brandy to hand. While doing do, his hand caught hold of a hidden blade concealed inside the cupboard and slipped it benefit his sleeve as he poured himself a drink. Never can have to many knives. "They say you've a touch for the dark arts, and you have a wife who led you into it", "I do see your wife isn't here however most unfortunate, she'll be back soon I hope?", "As you most well know a person is forbidden to use the void but can however study it, and a void user can be seen by the visible scarring it leaves on their body"‘ Logan stood idle for a moment, his hand clasped tightly round his class to the point it was almost shattering in his thick figure’s. His wife now stood in the door way. Her soft looks, half covered by her sweep thick red curls. His body bound up in a black dress, which hid most of her markings, but her full chest and neck bared from fresh marks of use. “So I am here to tell you if these whispers are true then you maybe able to help me" “What of it cripple? What if we do know a thing or two about these arts?”, Rose spoke with venom in her voice. Her hands hung loose at her sides, bearing no weapon, but the energy that radiated from her gave off a threaten image.


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