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The crows were eating well, very well to the fact that some of the young joined in on the feast. Though their food made the hinges of a roof moan at the weight of what it carried. As a gentle breeze washed over the narrows and corners, the food swung slightly and the crows flew away like the cowards they were. Within Crestfall hung a unidentifiable person, hung by their feet with their arms sprung downwards as if reaching for the ground's comfort it used to rely on. entangled on the person's chest was indeed the intestines sprawling out from the stomach. Obvious parts had been eaten out from it, though much of the gore was left.

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The face was practically clawed out by what looks like to be either claws or sharp nails. Nothing would resemble who it may be, clothing torn off besides strands left to cover the person's chest and hips. The only thing that could be made out is a symbol and a few words under said symbol. The symbol was carved into the man's two shoulders, the words large across the man's upper chest.

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Terryn smiles as his chainmail jingles and shakes as he walks. His tabbard fluttering slightly in the breeze as he continues to walk to the Krak. As he ventures through Crestfall, he looks at the body and chuckles before muttering to himself.

"Crestfall shoulda feckin' payed us"

Terryn smiles as he flicks his dirty blonde hair with his hand before walking back towards the Krak.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

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