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A nauseating feeling overcame Leofric. Indistinct voices began to sound distant, yet as though his ears were filled with the sound of their chatter. The air around him shimmered, and the overcast sky appeared to pulsate, dimming and brightening until the waning light settle into the deeping umber of dusk. From the corner of his eye, Leofric glimpsed a figure in dark green melting into the throng, and before he could get a good look at a face, the stranger disappeared down an alley to the south.

The hiker glanced to the weapon that had fallen a few feet away from his walking stick, oblivious to anything other than the wild-eyed man before him. "S-s-sure," he stammered. "What-whatever you want, just please, let me go."