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Meanwhile, at the Lady Luck Inn, formerly known as the Naked Orc...
Mr. Leon paced around the room where his family was assembled, Mrs. Leon and the children. Word on the street was that everyone was to be evacuated because the new boss, same as the old boss, had issued the order. Beneath multiple layers of Illusions, Mr. Leon gave a short speech to his family, all the while balancing a long cookie on his finger.
"This is nonsense, and we will not stand for it, Mrs. Leon," he proclaimed, their fake identities never abandoned, even in their private moments. "An orange glow in the distance and they close up shop. I was thinking of going to this Thane Glory person and telling her just what I think of her orders, Mrs. Leon. Evacuating a pregnant woman and her children! What is the world coming to? No, I mean, What. Is. The. World. Coming. To?"
He took a second cookie and balanced it onto the first, in a perpendicular fashion so as to fashion a cross of sorts. "The guard has not been born yet who can drive the Leons out of their property, I do think." The Thane would be dealt with later on, maybe he would have her gallop across town on all fours for her impudence. "Mrs. Leon, there comes a time in every man's life, when he needs to step up and defend his family, his values, and his secret cookie stash."
Really, after one had survived the Isle of the Crown, an orange glow and some rain was quite the yawner. With a snap of his fingers, the Mage called forth several Illusions, making the door of the room blend seamlessly with the wall, adding Suggestions hinting that there had never been a door there to begin with, that there was nothing on the other side of the wall. With all curtains drawn, the Leons prepared themselves for what was to come. Having plenty of food at their disposal, their future was certainly better than that of the poor Trysvalian refugees.
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