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[luaithre]

WHO: Marcus Rowntree and Richard Dickerson
WHAT: Snake police.
WHEN: Backdated
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: n/a

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[luaithre]

It has been—

Well, who's to say. A few days, at least, perhaps longer, since Richard returned. Summer thunderstorms ominously pushing a grey shelf of sonorous violence out from the ocean, flooding the streets of Kirkwall, likely creating small flash floods in the gutters of Darktown. The Gallows is immune to that sort of thing, being a fortress, a big shell of stone to burrow in deep until thunder is a distant thrum and rain a thin hiss sluicing off grey rock and thick glass.

It is a hazy, near-dusk hour when there is company. Boot steps, steady, coming down the hallway. Stopping smart at Richard's closed, locked door. A moment later, the pounding of the side of a fist, three times, a much more present thunder.