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While the couple spoke about their travels, the strange weapon and note left behind, and other couple-like things, Carnasch and Philyra suddenly heard a reverberating
BOOOOM outside their room. It seemed to have come from downstairs. It was an explosion to be sure, but
how? Whatever their questions were, answers came no more than a minute later.
Several loud knocks threatened to break down their flimsy door.
"Ay, it's me! Philippe!" Indeed, should Carnasch of Philyra open the door, the Jaedaxian tavern owner would appear. But the first thing either visitor would notice was the strong smell of sulfur and smoke that permeated the hallway and Philippe.
"Damn, I'm so sorry for the intrusion. But somethin' burned and blew up near the bar -- don't worry! Nothing this old lady can't handle", he laughed and motioned at his tavern,
"but I don't feel good lettin' you two stay here."
"The smell gets worst ... the damned alchemist cowson was showing some of the boys how to fend off vampires ... evidently, the stuff fends off customers too. Hurry up then! Get your things and meet me downstairs. You get your gold back, pah, just don't tell anyone about this ... incident, oui?"
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Carnasch was the one who jumped up to the door when Philippe pounded on it. He nodded in agreement to getting his gold back, but the illegible note with Philippe's signature and the silvered dagger made him hesitate before he left the room with his things.
He stopped by the Jaedaixian with the to notes and the dagger in his hand and holding them up at head levels he asked, "What does this note mean? And whos silvered dagger is this, and why is there a man showing off about how to fend of vampires?"
The Vagaran knew there were supposed to be vampires here in Jaedaxia, that was why he had come in the first place, but he thought maybe it might be better not to let on that he knew until he knew Philippe's part in all of it. He waited for the man to answer, but kept one hand on the axe at his hip.
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Philippe was about to answer the newcomer. He wanted to. Until, quite impossibly, the window behind Carnasch suddenly erupted as wood and glass was splintered and smashed, sending debris all over the room. Philyra managed to duck just in time behind the table. Philippe was overcome with the force and was thrown back.
And before Carnasch could spin around or duck or defend himself, two clawed fingers were already gripping him from behind, imbedding themselves into his chest. A growl of frustration, a giggle of delight, and Carnasch was taken, pulled from the room before him, and into the darkening sky.