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"Ah,I have enough of this!" Edmund said,jumping off the roof and slowly walking back to the inn.
All the idea was...stupid: in the inn he could use the numerous customers as shield and gain time to run from the Flatfoot...or metalfoot,by now.
He returned to the inn,with the same sensations: Warm,well lighted place.But with an invisible sense of fault,dwelling in the air.
Or was it an Edmund's impression?
He walked in the wooden hall and blinked at Logen,before noticing a door.
"Later....later" Edmund was thinking,while looking if anyone was observing him.
After noticing that nobody was,he opened the door and quickly slipped inside.It was a dark room,with few torches lighting the place.
He decided to enter in the room,for curiosity and discover any path that would lead to safety.
He walked down the stairs,careful to don't miss or trip off.
Then he heard a sudden shriek,a sound that surpasses any human's standard.
Because of the Surprise,Edmund lost balance and nearly fell off the few steps from the ground.
The place was cold and full of barrels...there were few torches that breached the dark of the cellar.
Edmund decided to investigate: he checked for something to use as a weapon....he had one.
Then he heard other buzzy sounds,coming from the North of the Cellar.He slowly walked ahead,careful and looking around every corner.He hates cellars: too many barrels and covers.
Then he looked ahead,to see few shades,generated by the light.
He moved to a barrel and prepared to alert the strangers.
"Alright,Who's there?" Edmund said,holding the handle of his beloved sword.