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Peter couldn’t help but freeze in place as he tried to open the door, with the arrival of the carefree shop keeper the fact that it was the shady gunslinger and barkeep were with him finally registered in his mind. Peter wondered what was behind this door was it the spectre that woke him, the man in black who was absent from this group that he some how felt familiar with. Whether it was out of fear from the creature that awoke him or that same curiosity peter felt so familiar with he couldn’t help but ask the group that had gather around the door.

“heh, its weird you’re all here now, just like before at the bar. Did you all feel that familiarity back then? Did you all see that spectre in night as well?â€

The cartographer finally asked seeming somewhat shaken. He had to know, it was burning in his mind, was he really right was this feeling he had true or was he lost in the process of losing his sanity.
 
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En route to the saloon, Annabelle glanced over to the side, where she noticed a cloaked figure stand next to the well, with a horstrich standing next to him. At that very moment, Annabelle felt a wave of fear envelop her entire being. Her mind screamed for her to keep moving toward the saloon for whatever safety it could provide on such an ominous night. However, whatever the mind commanded, the body failed to execute; the buxom shopkeeper, for what seemed to be an eternity, felt herself frozen in place, as if her legs have taken root into the hard, dusty ground. Fortunately, she managed to finally free herself, and move toward the saloon. Upon entering through the swinging doors of the saloon, which creaked rather audibly, Annabelle quickly headed up the stairs, where the sleeping quarters were located. Though still frightened by the night's events, Annabelle felt a slight relief upon seeing Rosa.
 
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