Things are becoming dangerous, we shouldn't have taken the book. I should never have read out that name. What was I thinking... I wasn't! That's exactly why I always get into 'situations'. That name... what was that name.
Yeaf and Markus made their way by torchlight through the dark cramped tunnel which lead to the heart of the hideout. They walked in silence, both pondering the same questions. Was this place still safe? had the stranger managed to delve deep enough inside Lugus' mind to discover this location? Time would of course tell.
Eriamas sat waiting for them in the main room of the hideout. Sitting by him at the large oak table was Jeroth, eagerly eating a huge plate sausages and eggs. Markus walked to where Jeroth sat, helped himself to a sausage and took a seat.
"It's been a while Jeroth, where have you been hiding yourself my friend?" asked Markus.
Jeroth smiled, "Nowhere particularly exciting to be honest, but it was well paid and I got to see some of the countryside". It would seem like you've been busy while I've been away."
"That's one way of putting it." Markus sighed. "By the way, the handsome fellow over there's Yeaf."
From the corner of his eye, Markus noticed Yeaf's hand relax from where he believed he kept one of his daggers.
We've become steady friends over the last few months, but he's still very nervous around strangers and that could lead to trouble, or worse.
Yeaf nodded a greeting toward Jeroth, turned once more and resumed his conversation with Eriamas.
Markus helped himself to a second sausage. "I realise you've only just returned to the city, but we could always use another pair of hands".
"As Always Markus, you can count me in." Jeroth's smile broadened.
Yeaf and Markus made their way by torchlight through the dark cramped tunnel which lead to the heart of the hideout. They walked in silence, both pondering the same questions. Was this place still safe? had the stranger managed to delve deep enough inside Lugus' mind to discover this location? Time would of course tell.
Eriamas sat waiting for them in the main room of the hideout. Sitting by him at the large oak table was Jeroth, eagerly eating a huge plate sausages and eggs. Markus walked to where Jeroth sat, helped himself to a sausage and took a seat.
"It's been a while Jeroth, where have you been hiding yourself my friend?" asked Markus.
Jeroth smiled, "Nowhere particularly exciting to be honest, but it was well paid and I got to see some of the countryside". It would seem like you've been busy while I've been away."
"That's one way of putting it." Markus sighed. "By the way, the handsome fellow over there's Yeaf."
From the corner of his eye, Markus noticed Yeaf's hand relax from where he believed he kept one of his daggers.
We've become steady friends over the last few months, but he's still very nervous around strangers and that could lead to trouble, or worse.
Yeaf nodded a greeting toward Jeroth, turned once more and resumed his conversation with Eriamas.
Markus helped himself to a second sausage. "I realise you've only just returned to the city, but we could always use another pair of hands".
"As Always Markus, you can count me in." Jeroth's smile broadened.
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