The Odds On The Chesstable.
Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 12:00 am
Two enchanters stood in the corner next to the exit from the Foule Olde Spirit tavern. Even though they whispered, you could see that they were very very concerned about the subject of their conversation . . . The market. The two voices were male and female, the first one was soft and calm, but the second was nervous and somehow angered by the recent market tendencies. When the conversation was over, the lady enchanter went back to her friend who patiently waiting for her in one of the private table rooms.
"So, we can definetly see that the current odd happenings are not just my luck. Though I cant definetly state anything, unless I talk to the other merchants . . ." - Thought the necromancer, sitting on the bed in his rented room.
Cuttah! Chant has it that there was a barmy sod, attacking a necromancer's talking cat! He must be dead booked by now, tho, eh! It looked so good, they all say. The leatherhead threw a sword at him but got whacked up by some death magic. Some basher even said that the cat will work in the laboratory now!
"Atleast some administrative work off me now" - said the necromancer touching his wounded shoulder.
"So, we can definetly see that the current odd happenings are not just my luck. Though I cant definetly state anything, unless I talk to the other merchants . . ." - Thought the necromancer, sitting on the bed in his rented room.
Cuttah! Chant has it that there was a barmy sod, attacking a necromancer's talking cat! He must be dead booked by now, tho, eh! It looked so good, they all say. The leatherhead threw a sword at him but got whacked up by some death magic. Some basher even said that the cat will work in the laboratory now!
"Atleast some administrative work off me now" - said the necromancer touching his wounded shoulder.