twelveheart | Day 1 Night

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Day 1 Night

[ Over the murmur of conversations, explorations and violent attempts at escape, there comes a sound tick tick tick tick tick.............. CLICK.... The sky above snaps across the dome from blue to black... and everything goes dark.

A glow comes from the front door of each of the inns and one by one, you can see street lanterns begin to light up steadily past each of the gates.

The only flickering, organic light comes from above in the tower, spluttering high, high above everyone, through the slats of the closed shutters. After a moment, it's gone. ]

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[ stiffens--- and glares at ]

That's none of your-- how do you even know of that?!

[ what ]

Your hands, obviously.

[ ...curls his fingers, then uncurls them. ]

...you made such an assumption based on these? Quite a stretch.

Healed burn scars, must be left from third-degree burns. The location and shape indicate that you lifted something heavy and quite hot, yet your physique does not match that of a professional firefighter. Far too lithe and agile for that sort of thing. Not to mention your well-developed leg muscles. Naturally, that prompts a second glance at the scars, and - [ he gestures ] - they've clearly changed in shape somewhat over the years, meaning that this is an older injury. All this points to an unusual situation, likely you making a frantic effort in order to save a loved one. Brother, perhaps, given that I don't appear to have mistaken the pronoun.