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His hammer felled the old man. Whether wizard, or fiend or demon the offender was dead. The caved in chest was proof of that. Thorin rushed to Malik's side where, of all people, Mercuito was currently crouched offering a supportive hand to the nephilim.

"I killed an old man and an assassin plays the nurse, this is truly a day of firsts. Are you well Malik? Does that dark magic yet linger?"

Thorin asked as he heaved the nephilim to his feat with ease. Concern was evident in the monster hunter's face but above all else he wanted answers. He'd battled many a dark wizard in his time. Slayed many a nightmare beast yet this was odd even for him. From the grave either the wizards magic gave voice to the shadow or perhaps there was a larger game afoot and the voice they heard was that of their true opponent.

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Leagues from The Harpy and The Hobbit a mighty steed raced across the road, his heavy hooves beating the stone like thunder. It's rider, clad in magnificent armor, pushed his mount ever faster. His heading was the home to beautiful women renown the world over and home to some of the most learned individuals in Lore. The Hold of Ebar was in the grips of fear due to a sadistic killer that had been kidnapping women right off the street. Women of all manner of social status, rank, wealth and behavior. Nothing truly connected the victims save for one key fact. Their beauty. Each and every one was described as ravishing in their appearance. If this was the lure that attracted the murderer than truly the streets of Ebar would fill with blood before he was done for Ebar was indeed truly home to beautiful women abound. The brave Knight Sir Guy raced ever onward to the city to begin his investigation of who murdered the Inquisitor John Harkon and there was only one way to do that. Solve the original case of who was this mysterious serial killer that was plucking women off the street never to be seen again. The board had been set and the Knight was on the move to make his play.