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Farris Sannhildr | tagged: | location: the hunt
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Farris Sannhildr | tagged: | location: the hunt
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Farris arched her eyebrow at the arrival of Harlow and Bright, her gaze never breaking from scanning the crowd. "I'm not sure really when we're heading out, but we'll be in groups - I think everyone has been assigned to an officer of the law," she murmured, keeping her voice down and doing her best to just blend in with the locals while pulling her baseball cap low over her eyes. "And, from the looks of it we'll have company," a quick jerk of her head in the direction of the folks that she recognized from the funeral, "so we should probably do our best not to get grouped in with them," Farris finished, her hands fiddling with straps on her bag.
As Farris waited for the next set of directions from the cops, or any kind of directions really, she returned her gaze to the blonde man, narrowing her eyes as she scrutinized him and the woman that he was speaking with. It was her least favorite part of working in small towns; most of the locals had connections with each other so weeding out the pack took considerable effort and observation, though luckily, Farris was a patient woman.