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Post by Adam Strongwill on Feb 10, 2010 17:21:11 GMT 10
Adam listens to the sound of rushing water as the boat pulls slowly into the docks. The crisp night air makes his green cloak flap slightly in the wind. Adam raises his cowled head to study the stars and the moon. Their is little light except the sparsely strewn streetlamps, just the way he liked it. With a nod to the captain he jumps from the ferry and lands without a sound on the rotting planks below, and stands up to inspect his surroundings. Still two hours from dawn, he sets out in search for a bar, and hopefully, a guide.
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