[It's surprising, the boldness with which he's willing to actually touch her. Those hands of hers are the talons of a goblin more than they are the fingers of a girl, but he's not shying away.]
[It's sort of refreshing, actually.]
[So she scratches her head, amiably enough.]
[She doesn't remember him-- not precisely... but he's got the stench of the town on him. She'd know it anywhere. And he hasn't escaped it yet, has he? Poor guy...]
[Holding up a finger to signal "Wait.", she bends down again and starts to scrape at the dirt. TIME FOR COMMUNICATION THROUGH DRAWING.]
[The scribbles are crude, but recognizable-- and there's several of them. A Halo of the Sun, a Seal of Metatron, and a question mark behind them both.]
[He doesn't seem like a member of the Order. But she might as well ask.]
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[It's sort of refreshing, actually.]
[So she scratches her head, amiably enough.]
[She doesn't remember him-- not precisely... but he's got the stench of the town on him. She'd know it anywhere. And he hasn't escaped it yet, has he? Poor guy...]
[Holding up a finger to signal "Wait.", she bends down again and starts to scrape at the dirt. TIME FOR COMMUNICATION THROUGH DRAWING.]
[The scribbles are crude, but recognizable-- and there's several of them. A Halo of the Sun, a Seal of Metatron, and a question mark behind them both.]
[He doesn't seem like a member of the Order. But she might as well ask.]