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[Dybbuk]

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A younger aged man stood in the door way of the small house on Legion Isle dressed in something that a rogue might be seen wearing. Across the room sat Dybbuk in a chair facing away from him with his eyes fixed out the window. "Why didnt you meet me last night sir", the small man asked. "I am sorry, Abica.. I was out again with Alana" replied Dybbuk, still staring out the window. With a frown, Abica asked, "Are you still going to go threw with your plans to return to Occlo then? Things have been ready for days now sir, what is the wait?". "I have found something to stay for, and I think I shall stay a while longer just to see how things turn out" replied Dybbuk turning to him. Abica nodded once as he recalled out leaving Dybbuk alone with his thoughts on the island.

As it grew darker outside his window Dybbuk found himself growing
anxious to see Alana later at the Garden. Anxious was a feeling only felt by him when he was about to kill someone, never over a girl. He started to question in his mind whether or not he really should leave, but the thoughts where quickly dismissed as he prepared to recall to the Garden, and meet Alana.

Dybbuk stood at the Garden waiting for the sun to come up. He had hoped to get some sleep before he left for Minoc, but Alana had stayed with him for most of the night talking. As the sun peaked over the horizon he recalled to the moongate and headed toward the Minoc outskirts. He had busniess to attened to he thought to himself as he tried to put thoughts of Alana away for the time being. It apparently wasnt working, as he found the feeling of butterflies still present in his stomach. He tried to focus his mind for the job ahead and keep himself hidden as he approached a camp and headed toward the targets tent.

No... he said to himself smiling as he cleaned the mans blood of his kryss- These are the butterflies of murder.