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[Arin Miller]

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Muttering to himself, he scans the house numbers. "Send me into a disease infested, wing littered, tree filled piece of..." the sentence trailed off in a string of curses as checked the address once more:

Cerys ab'Amudosa
907 Amudosa Way
Ter Mur

Deciding to take a quick peek at what could be so blasted important he read the note...

"Friend of wings,

There's some free time soon if you still wanted to see my city. Help is going to be needed around town. You can even bring Imy, if you want to!

Arin"

[Tybaal]

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Tybaal toweled off. The days patrols through Ter Mur had been fruitful, and having fulfilled his duties as a knight of Ter Mur he was looking forward to spending a quiet evening with his lady love.

"SQUAAAACK! Gimme a f%^&ing cracker!"

Squeaky Pete only cursed when people he didn't know were poking around. Grabbing a simple waistwrap and a large double headed spear, he stepped out onto the patio. The human skulking around nearly jumped out of his skin when the spear-point tapped his shoulder.

Tybaal smirked and purposly lowered his voice an octave, so the bass would echo in his chest giving him an otherworldly menace to his speech. "Something I can do for you, softskin?"

There was no trace of color in the messenger's face as he shakily raised the letter. "C..c...c...cerys?"

A messenger. Tybaal took the letter and returned his voice to it's normal deep but jovial tone. "She lives here, yes. Sorry for the fright, she's the Oracle's daughter, so you can never be too safe." Openeing the letter, he quickly read it. Arin. That was the name Cerys had mentioned the other night. He looked up and the man still stood there, trembling in the shadow of the seven foot gargish warrior. "Let me get you a few coins for your trouble good man."

Shaking his head, the messenger back-pedaled off of the patio. "No need sir. No need. Pleasure. Thank you. Thanks." As soon as his foot hit grass, he turned and bolted as fast as his feet could take him.

"Tybaal turned around and went back into the house. "What a strange human." Taking his towel, Tybaal began wiping the deep red berry polish from his horns and chin spikes.

[Cerys ab'Amudosa]

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"Ooo Who's it from?" She spoke as she worked the distillery, she'd been busy preparing some choice drinks for the Lughnasadh celebration she was planning.

"Arin," Tybaal said and he read the letter to her.

"Let's go tomorrow! I want to bring you so you can meet her," she smiled.

He nodded as she finished up her work on the brewing.

She couldn't wait to introduce them. Arin had been the first person she'd met in Trammel, an experience that she knew she would always remember. The two of them, strangers, working together to put out fires and protect the wooded city. The friendly Haven woman had been the first non-gargl friend Cerys had ever made. It was already etched into her memory.

And besides, with the plague in Ter Mur, Cerys would use almost any excuse to get Tybaal away from it for a while, even if it was only for a few hours in Yew.