• Dracos, an elf boy, walks into the town of Silverbrooke after a tiring trek. He looks around, noticing the trees, a small creek, and the inn. After thinking for a moment, he walks into the inn and to the open bar. Dracos orders a beer made of the roots of a huge tree. He grabs the glass, which instantly gets covered in ice.
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    A man with a grey badge on his jacket is sitting in the attic of the inn. He notices Dracos through a hole in the ceiling and smiles as his badge spins, turning black. He flicks a tiny flame from his fingertips into Dracos's drink, heating it up to near boiling point. The badge turns back to it's original grey color, and the man falls asleep.
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    Dracos gazes up at the ceiling, seeing a crack, but nothing else. He then breathes on his drink to cool it down, and then moves.
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    Nat ghosts into town, barely making any sound. Her wand and staff shine in the sunlight. She smiled, glad that the sun hadn't gone down yet, and walked to the inn. Something blue shined on her back, but couldn't be made out from a distance.
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    Fira crawls out of the shadows, wearing a black fox mask. She takes it off and follows Nat into the inn. "Any news?" she asks, walking alongside Nat. "No, none at all. It's making me worried," Nat replies hoarsly. Fira nods slightly. "Eh... to me, no news is either good news, or everyone has died," she says. "Thanks for comforting me..." Nat nearly whispers with a slight smile. "Any time," Fira replies with an impish smile. The two continue into the inn.
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    A silent, gray ghost follows the two into the inn, the wind wrapping itself over the various buildings and geological formations so as to perfectly hide him. "I see the two, sir... Should I engage...?" he mutters to himself.
    "Yes. Remember, they don't know who you are... And neither do you. You're an amnesiac, happy-going, traveller. Got it?"
    "Yes, sir," he mumbles. He walks up to the two girls, smiling. "Hello, Ladies. Any chance you could tell me where I am? I woke up in the woods without a single memory, and wandered out this way. At the very least, what country is this?" he asks, seemingly innocent.
    *
    Dracos walks out of the inn, staring up at the crack in the celing. He's not paying attention to where he's going, and collides with somebody while thinking, "This town probably only accepts me because they don't get any travellers." Dracos leaps to his feet and stares at the two girls and the man beside them. "Um...sorry. Here, let me help you," he offers, holding out his hand.
    *
    He11ix (the man in the attic) cuts a hole in the attic wall towards Dracos, seeing the four inside the inn. He pulls out his communicator.
    ???: Did you locate the target?
    He11ix: Affirmitive. Suggested method of persuit?
    ???: Continued observation of target for now.
    He11ix: Got it. He11ix out.
    He11ix continues to watch the four from the inn attic.
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    Fira looks at Dracos, frowning a bit. She smiles warmly a moment later and introduces herself. Fira then sits down and engages in conversation with him.
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    Fauna is sitting behind a rock, watching through the inn doors. She notices a small movement in the windows and narrows her eyes. Turning invisible, she stands up swiftly and silently, and walks toward the inn. Fauna stands behind the door and listens to the four's conversation, also listening through the walls, and into the attic. She hears movement now, and strains to hear more, but the sound is soon gone. She remains behind the door, no longer listening, but enjoys the company.
    *
    He11ix is sitting calmly in the attic, listening to the four's converstation. He feels a chill up his spine. "Somebody knows," he grunts, standing up and running to the opposite side of the inn's attic. While he climbs out the window, he pulls out his communicator.
    He11ix: Abort mission; I repeat, abort mission. I've been discovered. Send transport immediantly.
    ???: I told you. An attic is not a great place to hide.
    He11ix: JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE.
    He11ix climbs on to the roof of the inn.
    ???: Fine. A hole should be on your right, on the ground.
    He11ix jumps in, escaping. "I'll be back..."
    *
    Fauna stands to her feet quickly and runs silently outside of the inn, lunging on to the roof. She grabs the edge of the inn roof, peering up at the shingles. She notices that nothing is there, and looks elsewhere. She still smells that same scent.
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    Fira notices something. She closes her eyes to think. Yes, something's there. But what? Or... who? She looks around, and then notices some imperfection in the air. Invisibility... Clever. Fira stands up and walks out of the inn. "Excuse me," she says quietly. She pokes at the imperfection, which is moving around, seeming to be looking for something. It jumps, and the cloak disappears. "That was pretty good, but remember that I'm a partial elf. Fira," she says, offering her hand. "Fauna..." Fauna cautiously shakes Fira's hand, then lets her hand drop to her side. "Now come inside," Fira says. "You creeping around outside is creeping me out." The two amble into the inn.
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    More to come....