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Characters: Golbez, Dunleavy
Format: Whichever
This log is: closed
Location: Dunleavy's mansion

After nearly a week of trying to figure things out, Golbez was tired of biding his time. If not a way back home, he at least wanted answers, and no one was providing them.

After classes ended for the day, he stopped by Rakette to purchase a weapon. And before long he stood out front of Dunleavy Mallorough's mansion in the northeastern part of town. If there was anybody who could answer their questions, he was sure it was her.

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He continued to frown. If she really couldn't tell him anything else, there was no use in pressing further; if it was simply that she wouldn't, then there was equally little point.

He turned to return to the front door. "Then I won't take up any more of your time."

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Lee nodded, "Very well then," she followed him to the door, "I wish you luck Golbez." She watched him leave.

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Well, that had been frustrating. Actually, it probably would have been less frustrating if she'd just refused to say anything; that's what he'd been expecting.

He didn't look back at Dunleavy or the mansion as he made his way back toward the city proper.

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As he exited the gates of the mansion ground Lee focused on him, the warning penalty he got would be enough to force him to his knees but it only lasted a minute. When he cared to look he would find that ten raks of his were missing.

He had been interesting but rules were rules, Dunleavy closed the door to her mansion.