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[CrimsonMoon]

" Shut up and go to sleep," the old man growls but chuckles as he disappears

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Olin sat down on his cot and sighed. His body ached, but the prince found himself wide awake.

[CrimsonMoon]

Meanwhile, In the Baratheon camp, Indigo lay away on her simple cot, the sheets splashed with blood though the bodies had been taken out. Her gold, browm gaze staring into the darkness... She felt conflicted... Why had assassins been sent if he knew who she was...? Did he really want to kill her...? No... No.. That couldnt be right.. He wouldnt do that, would he?

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Olin laid back and stared at the ceiling of his tent. He wanted to see Indigo again, and not on the battlefield. He wanted to talk to her, explain things, but when would he ever get the chance?

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo sits up and whistles softly, a raven blinks at her sleepily from where it was nestled on a erch," Come here, love... I got a ask for you..."

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He rolled over onto his side and sighed, closing his eyes.

[CrimsonMoon]

A few minutes later, a soft rustling sound and a little croak comes from the darkness

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He frowned and sat up, glancing around, "Hello?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Something feather lands on his chest. Beady black eyes glaring at him.. 'CRAW' the raven shrieks

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Olin blinked in surprise, "A Raven.." He murmured, immediately looking to its leg for a letter.

[CrimsonMoon]

Instead of a letter was the shattered ruby, having been embedded into a necklace. A small slip of paper was curled around the necklace. With one word 'Now?'

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Olin took the necklace in his hands gently, touching the ruby gently, "Indigo.." he murmured. What did she mean by now?

[CrimsonMoon]

The raven caws at him, looking pissed off that it had to fly here only to have him be completely stumped

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"Well sorry that I'm not a master decoder," Olin muttered.

[CrimsonMoon]

The raven caws at him nd pecks his chest, hopping off him

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He glared at him, "Careful there, mister, or I won't give you a treat before you go."

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He glared at him, "Careful there, mister, or I won't give you a treat before you go."

[CrimsonMoon]

The raven fluffs up and screeches as him, tugging his sleeve

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"What? You asked for it," Olin huffed.

[CrimsonMoon]

The raven tugged harder, as if trying to say 'get offa yer skinny arse!!'