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Post by ST Alex on Nov 1, 2010 21:32:58 GMT -8
Ale is sloshing out all over the place as Josiah tries to pour himself a drink in vain, his hands are shaking so badly…
“What’s the matter, Josiah? You look like your sister just ran off with the latrine emptier. Hah!” Josiah scowls at Roland, but nods for him to sit and shakily gulps more ale. “Gustavino’s dead.” After a long moment of silence, Roland pours himself a whole bunch of ale and noisily downs it. “Noone’s seen anything like it, ever. The Medical Scholae are actually fighting amongst themselves about it – who should take the body, if they should study it at all, all that nonsense. And the Necropolis is furious that one of their own hasn’t been released to San Michelle yet.” “Why, how did he die?” Josiah can’t help it, he gets louder as he starts sobbing. “He was a monster, Roland! He died covered in coral, like you find at the bottom of the ocean, and his hands turned blacker than a Moors! It was terrible!” Roland tries to quiet his distraught friend, finding his own hands shaking. “I do hope the Stonemasons don’t get the Templars involved. That’s all we need.”
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