Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: foleye@CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man) Subject: Re: Quoth the Raven Message-ID: <1992May12.204552.9187@CS.ORST.EDU> References: Date: Tue, 12 May 1992 20:45:52 GMT In article jcp@gauss.rutgers.edu (Jonathan Petersen) writes: > >"Anything else, m'lord?" asks the serving girl, fearfully. > >"Yes," the figure responds, "My drink." Reaching into a fold of it's robe, a >gloved hand produces a silver coin and places it on the table. Possessing an >eye for such detail, you could have _sworn_ you saw the scabbard of a sword >underneath the cloak. > >The girl takes the coin, and returns shortly with a goblet of some red liquid >(wine, you hope). She quickly leaves. > >The bird begins to flap it's wings, obviously agitated. > >"Hush, Dusk," responds the figure, "Now we wait." > >jcp@gauss.rutgers.edu The other cloaked figure, in ebon, in the corner, calmly keeps one eye upon this one. After a few moments, the raven becomes aware of a mouse clicking along the floor underneath the table. The creature seems to have a keen interest in this one, not knowing why or how. The bird's master sees the creature, and tries to ignore it, spurring the rodent to move on. The one in the corner is visibly ignoring the room, as if privy to some other means of seeing that which is deserving of her scrutiny. The flame-haired girl sees the mouse looking up at her a moment later, and quickly impales the wretched creature on her dagger, not putting up with this for a moment. Immediately, the eyes of midnight in the corner, of this Shrouded One who watches and seeks, light up and glare at the woman. A moment later, and the Shrouded One returns to her musings. The cloaked figure with the raven glances about, not wishing to be watched, an eye out for any more animal servants that might be lurking. A serving girl walks over to the Shrouded One and asks if she wants anything, and absently the woman lifts a finger, and a goblet of wine hovers from the girl's tray down to the table. The Shrouded One gives her no more heed. The girl shudders and moves on. Watching . . . one must be here . . . foleye@storm.cs.orst.edu