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Prologue
The room was dark, the only light coming from a flimsy lamp suspended from the ceiling by a piece of wire. Two shadowy figures each illuminated ever so slightly by the lamp stood in silence. Finally one of the figures spoke. "You know what's going to happen" he addressed the woman standing across him her reply was swift and clipped, "You think I don't know? You think I will let them die?" Even in the dark the first man could sense the others frustration. Tension seemed to be in the air, suffocating them with its ever looming presence. The woman seemed to have calmed down. She spoke "They have been through so much, even before that blasted clue hunt began"." "Grace had no right to involve them in that…. Dangerous business". The man spoke, "It pained me to leave them as well, but it was for their own good". "But, we have a bigger problem", the man said. "My… family has been meddling, twisting the clue hunt in their own favor". The woman responded, "They are coming", she muttered. The man nodded, "And we must be ready". It is time we reveled ourselves to the world". The woman nodded. The Greywolves had returned.
