The doctor shuddered for a moment at the cold before the archon took the form of a jacket. False checked for the pistol he kept on his person and then his pockets for extra rounds he might have had. If he was lucky, he might even still have his pocket knife, and link of chain just in case.
"Silent blight, holy blight... All is wrong, all is night" He sung somewhat jokingly. A gurgling groan came from [url=https://i.imgur.com/mMBgh4C.jpg]his jacket[/url]. "And I thought the tomatoes were harsh critics..."
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You begin to make your way towards the distance sound of the bells. The intense winds and snow impair visibility to a few feet ahead, through the snow you see a woman. She rests on her knees, crying.
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False puts his pistol and the arm holding it into the side of his jacket and stands with a few feet's distance to comfortably draw if need be. "I'd suggest heading indoors..." Was all he had to say.
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She continues to cry.