From: gryphon4101_at_comcast.net
Date: Mon Sep 22 2003 - 20:51:24 BST
Maerath looks a little confused at Lenora, "Yeah, ok sure. As soon as we
finish up here I'll speak more with you." Maerath continues to converse with
the rest of the group until things die down a bit.
> Lenora held her mouth shut firmly, but it took effort. She looked to the
> side, angry with herself about not telling him sooner. He might have remembered
> and saved himself all this trouble. But how could she have known a dream could
> be real? She put the goblet aside now, deciding that she needed no more of it,
> and listened to the rest on Maereth's tale.
>
> "If you take the word of this fellow as truth, perhaps you could take what I
> know as truth too. If you remember we had spoken of strange dreams by Lake Ban
> briefly with in Bush Namur? I had a dream of a man named Alaric that looked
> as you do. As strange as that sounds. It's why I watched you so oddly that
> first little bit."
>
> She wrinkles her nose, still uncomfortable with the presence of this man.
> Something still didn't ring right. And she wondered if the story were not a
> clever juggling of the truth that was fed to her friend and not what it was
> meant
> to be. Feeling pensive, she bit back her next course of words and chose
> another.
>
> "I would speak to you privately of the rest if you don't mind. I still feel
> the unrest of the city on my shoulders and would rather favor caution than
> pacifism." She couldn't out right say that she didn't trust this man that it
> seemed no one else had trouble with, except maybe Rose. Not only would it not be
> prudent, but her mother raised her better then to wave fingers and drop
> allegations at strange men no matter how creepy they were.
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