Swiftcurrent Creek There's a whole new master of magnetism in town.

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armand's eyes widened somewhat with wonder at the name of the pack led by this man before him. "i know a boy from your pack. tambourine. i met him some days ago." it must be very near indeed, this keep, for the slyph to have met two creatures from it in the span of a week. armand wondered if this was a sign of sorts that he must now join stark's band — the idea amused him into a little grin, forgetting to answer immediately.
"for quite some time, signore," armand murmured, turning his hennaed gaze to meet stark's own. "i prefer it." even with winter approaching, for with the snows would come death, and then would armand be free to sleep.[/tr][/td][/table]