Finished 00:56.
The angry mob arrived some time in the evening, carrying
torches and pitchforks. Raven would have rolled his eyes at them if they had
not been able to see him through the window. He set down his things and made
his way slowly to the door, stopping along the way to slip a large knife under
his shirt. “Where is he?” one of the mob demanded when he opened the door. “Not
here,” snapped raven, sounding bored, as usual. The mob murmured amongst
themselves and dissipated, which was pretty impressive since Blue was sitting
in plain sight on the roof.
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