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[treadingdawn]

It is quite haunting, but the music is reminiscent of home.

Our guest has not returned for the night.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[doesn't notice Caspian stopped, and takes the opportunity to disarm him.]

Action!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[His wrist twists painfully with the movement, taking Caspian down to one knee and successfully disarming him.]

Peter--

[Shaking his head, disoriented.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Is still pretty annoyed, but stops when Caspian says his name. Rhindon is still in a very ready position.]

Yes?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Feeling a mild shame encroaching on his conscience and not wanting to admit it so he feigns confusion.]

What happened.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Those two words throw Peter, and he lowers Rhindon.]

You don't know?

[Peter runs his free hand through his hair as he thinks.]

What's the last thing you remember?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I heard music and a woman's voice. It was not the flute.

[Rubbing his temple and getting to his feet.]

I apologize for the foolishness. Have we lost time?

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

You did mention a voice.

A good amount. It might be better if we continued our search in the morning.

[He's thinking about asking if Caspian's alright, but decides against it for now.]

Action!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Yes, that may be a better idea.

[He looks at the cliff face, considering throwing a torch in the hole out of spite for whatever was or is still in there.]