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The Ezran Chapel
Loup gazed balefully at Ulsaon, but then he noticed the meat. It was very clear the dog was having a crisis of conscience. Elf! But meat... But Elf! But meat... But Elf! But meeeeeeeat...
Cautiously, the Alsatian-Wolf hybrid rose up from his haunches and padded towards the half-elf. Loup sniffed the meat from a few feet away, lifting his head up to peer at Ulsaon. Then, like a lightning bolt, he moved.
Before anyone could react, Loup lunged forward and closed his jaws around the meat, then twisted away and trotted back to Benoit, where he sat down for his feast.
Guy sent an approving nod in Ulsaon's direction. "He's going to get fat on this Expedition."
Meanwhile, Edmund was listening to the others talk, having explained the situation to the Ezran Anchorite. Finally, he nodded to Lia. "The Miss is right, we ought to get to the inn, and all together, if the Toret thinks its safe for the Professors to move."
The Toret raised his head from where he had been examining Devereux. "Ah, yes, I quite agree with the honored Professor Theroux's diagnosis. No supernatural act involved."
"Alright then, we ought to be off. We're supposed to be leaving in the morning..." Edmund unsheathed his sword. "Let's go."
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At the Inn
As you progressed through the night-time streets of Port-a-Lucine, Professor Devereux regaled the group with what little he could recall about the Eye of Anubis off-hand.
"Er...as the legend goes, it was a gift, from Anubis himself. It was a long time ago, and the priesthood had grown very corrupt and self-serving."
Devereux's usually thin, reedy voice strengthened as he spoke.
"And this young priest, er... he recieved a vision from Anubis himself. 'Go forth and cleanse my temple.' And in a few years, this priest did that. The Eye of Anubis was a gift to the priest. Supposedly Anubis plucked the eye out of his own shadow upon the grass, and gave it form, and purpose."
"I don't remember what it actually did though..." Devereux was embarassed.
At this point you reached the inn. It was quiet, and the rain had finally died down to a modest drizzle. As you entered the common room of the inn, you could hear the snoring of the innkeeper at the back.
"I'll get my book!" Devereux took the stairs two at a time, his lanky form moving quickly.
"I'll go with him, just in case." Benoit gave a martyred sigh. "Hier Loup, Fuss!"
The dog followed him up the stairs, still chewing a bit of the meat Ulsaon had given him.
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At the Inn
A few minutes later, as you heard the rummaging above as Devereux presumably unpacked hurriedly to find his notes, there was a knock on the door.
A small, rather tousle-headed blond boy of fifteen entered, a raincoat drawn over his head and a small package under one arm. He grinned as he looked at the group, and lowered the coat.
"Excuse me, is one of you Miss Liability Mournswaithe?" The boy drew out the package and a rather bedraggled looking piece of paper. "Jus' I got a package here she needs to sign for."