[ It felt important. But why would it have been? Claude likes the finer things in life as much as the next guy, but some sort of archaic banner like that isn't his style. He likes nice clothes, good food, expensive booze, comfortable furniture, plush rugs beneath his toes and fine silks against his skin. Some gaudy piece of fabric isn't something he'd even dream of hanging in his home.
Thinking that it's related to whatever hallucination he'd just experienced is stupid. Isn't it? He looks over at Ange, recognizing her as one of the many town's youths, most of which wisely steer well clear of him. He doesn't mind. He has no reason to talk to them anyway.
But right now? He's happy to talk to anyone who will listen. ]
But it was right here. And now it isn't. You've noticed things going missing around town too, haven't you?
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[ It felt important. But why would it have been? Claude likes the finer things in life as much as the next guy, but some sort of archaic banner like that isn't his style. He likes nice clothes, good food, expensive booze, comfortable furniture, plush rugs beneath his toes and fine silks against his skin. Some gaudy piece of fabric isn't something he'd even dream of hanging in his home.
Thinking that it's related to whatever hallucination he'd just experienced is stupid. Isn't it? He looks over at Ange, recognizing her as one of the many town's youths, most of which wisely steer well clear of him. He doesn't mind. He has no reason to talk to them anyway.
But right now? He's happy to talk to anyone who will listen. ]
But it was right here. And now it isn't. You've noticed things going missing around town too, haven't you?