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At the front gates Shawn would notice one of the statues missing, Yira was not there encased in stone like Demetrius was. She had caught scent of something and was digging a hole in the back yard eventually reaching a leather bound box buried in the ground.

Meanwhile a few miles away in a small town, Raphael was in a tavern enjoying a pint of ale while getting very familiar with the barmaids. Eyes green with envy looked on at him as he seemed to have them wrapped around his finger. Eyes that grew angrier with every swing of liquid courage they took. The ale however did not affect Raphael as it did a normal human. It took much more than a few pints to even get him a little tipsy. Minute by minute Raphael wasted away the afternoon by receiving both angry glares, ale, and the favor of lusty women.