Warning!
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A warning poster is hastily tacked to the South Gate. It reads:
@d6f2bd7756:
VAMPIRES ABOUT
BE WARY OF ESPECIALLY PALE FOLK WITH POINTY TEETH
EAT PLENTY OF GARLIC
IF YOU ARE DOMINATED BY A VAMPIRE CONTACT A GUARDSMAN IMMEDIATELY
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Cecil, apparently returned, takes a long look at the note, then at the newly rising sun, positioning himself atop the archer tower to thrust a silver greatsword bearing a golden cross in the hilt towards the sky. Once thus exposed to the sun, the cross radiates a constant golden light all about him until sheathed once more with a thanks to Lathander, and a promise to do his relic honor.
He sticks around for a bit, before going back to whatever he considers work for the day. Seems he's been moving about quite a lot.
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On his way to the south gate, Beourn BattleMail notices the poster. He slowly approaches it and reads it closely. After a moment he turns around looking pale and stroking his beard nervously. He takes out an empty glass bottle and stares through it, then immediately makes his way to Peltarch in search of a particular dwarven dock worker.
