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[On a lonely road where an Inn stands - A man watches as six spirits dissipated, each leaving a small orb of light to fly into his panpipes]
Ten more to make Death's quota for the month.
[He glances to the bloody bundle at his feet before leaning down to stare at the blanched face of the innkeeper]
Well friend, if you did what you were suppose to do instead of smothering and rolling over your guests, you wouldn't be in this mess, but serves you right.
[grunting, he hauls the corpse up on the well]
Heave-ho!
[With a splash, the body was dropped and he walks off into the night, whistling]
[public, crystal]
I am Bedwyr Ap Madoc, humble bard and independent messenger, though if these little crystals get more common, I may be out of my second job.
[He rolls the crystal, letting his image warp and spin]
I wonder if it is safe still to travel to Amestris from what I have heard.