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 * Valentine
 * Bassler
 * Rijks

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"What?" Said Bassler, utterly perplexed. Valentine stomped his foot impatiently as he paced. "Of course!" He exclaimed. "That's it!"

Bassler stared at his friend, utterly perplexed. "What did you do to the wall?" Valentine rolled over, groaning.

Bassler strode down the streets of Phobos, his right hand clenching and unclenching upon the golden coin within his coat pocket. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the man following him. The man was not dressed in the sweeping black robes that members of Kirche usually wore, but a long, quilted black coat that was almost exact to Bassler's. Bassler turned the corner straight into Bestuch Street, the following up behind him. He didn't like being stalked. It made him dislike Kirche even more than he did, if that was possible.

He stopped at outside a heavy black door and knocked against the circular Bast-Glass window. It rather hurt his knuckles. The door swung open