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Post by Sompom on Sept 16, 2011 15:37:48 GMT -6
Tinker found the owl whose mask he had been using, and told him how nice he had found it. The owl was very appreciative, and said the mask was made from a very rare metal, that was as strong as purified iron, but not nearly as heavy. After the party the meal had become, the owls of the Resistance offered Tinker a room for the day. Although Cleef had left to pursue other matters, Tinker stayed. While in the guest hollow, preparing for sleep, Tinker remembered his mission from the Pure Ones. He supposed he could easily tell them that he had spent all the time searching for the Resistance, and that he had finally found them, and that they were fine. So the time would have passed anyway, only a few nights, had he not met up with Cleef. Meanwhile, the members of the Resistance did not know anything about Tinker's real mission here, none recognized him and neither he nor Cleef had announced the fact. Perhaps that was best, Tinker thought, as he drifted into sleep.
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