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Date Posted: 18:00:44 01/14/02 Mon
Author: Isobel
Subject: Lost Appetite
In reply to: Tristan and Laurel 's message, "Meeting the new boy" on 16:32:51 01/14/02 Mon

Isobel figured she might as well accompany Ravin and Saras on their tour of the camp. She was feeling slightly peckish anyway and would not mind stopping in the food tent for a bite to eat.

"Si, Seņor Ravin... I think I would like to come," she said as she stood and followed him out of the tent. It occurred to her that she might need sleep, but there was no way she was going to be able to sleep between now and when they left with so much going on in camp. She mused that she would like to learn how to catnap like Erlic did... she had seen him dozing but not quite sleeping when he had sat at her side all night after she had been poisoned by the kraken. He had seemed completely refreshed in the morning, not at all like someone who hadn't really slept. Perhaps she would ask him to teach her how to do that.

The approached the fire, Saras seeming to bask in the confusion he caused others (for Isobel had seen the smooth chest for herself... unless this was a very underdeveloped woman - but no, Ravin had called him "he" and Saras did not correct him). Marz seemed particularly interested in the genie. Isobel smiled slightly. Was this because he desired the genie's body or the wishes he could presumably grant? Tristan did not seem to take Marz's behavior at all well, but instead of being angry at Marz for showing such disrespect to his lover, Tristan seemed to blame Saras.

She thought perhaps she would find Erlic and ask him about his sleep technique, but when she looked around the camp she could not find him. He was probably asleep in one of the tents, and she did not wish to disturb him. She decided to ask him about it later.

"Seņor Ravin, I am going to have a light meal. If anyone needs me I will be there," she said and, nodding to the others, headed for the food tent. Her hips swayed as she walked and briefly she stretched herself, shaking out her hair and raking her fingers through it carelessly. This was going to be a long night.

As she ducked into the food tent, she noticed that something did not seem right, but she was not certain what it was. She looked around, but no one else was there at the moment. She dismissed her feeling as nerves and proceeded to look over the array of food. Perhaps some fruit... she did not want to eat too heavily or she would cramp up on the long walk ahead.

It was then that she spotted the foot sticking out from beneath the cloth draping the table. She drew her sword and moved cautiously toward it, ready to strike. She reached out her hand and flung the cloth aside, sword poised. But no one attacked her. Beneath the table lay the body of one of the Jann women. She had been strangled -- the thin slit in her throat and the matching cuts on her fingers told the tale.

Isobel looked carefully around the tent and, determining that it was empty, hurried back to the fire. She moved up behind Ravin and quietly said, "Seņor Ravin I must speak with you urgently." She pulled him off to the side slightly and, embracing him as if to show great affection, whispered in his ear, "There is a dead Jann in the food tent beneath the table. She has been strangled and it looks like more than just an argument... the instrument of death was, I believe, the weapon of an assassin, or at least some sort of professional."

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