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Date Posted: 16:37:07 11/21/01 Wed
Author: Isobel
Subject: Making acquaintances
In reply to: Ravin Rue 's message, "Introductions" on 13:01:59 11/21/01 Wed

Isobel relaxed a bit when it became obvious that these people were not currently a threat to her. She sheathed Muerte but continued to glare at them all, her dark eyes seeming to pierce each in turn. Especially that scruffy-looking Marz fellow who - Madre del Dios he was winking at her! She gave him her most scathing look and turned her attention to the man who was addressing her.

"We are guests here and mean you no harm unless your reason for coming to the Queen's Palace has some malicious intent behind it," he said, looking at her significantly.

Isobel snorted. "Certainly I did not choose to come here! My caravan was devoured by sand worms last night." She saw the look of skepticism on Ravin's face but he moved on to the introductions.

"I am Ravin Rue; a member of this group of adventures that sit at the table." Isobel nodded to him and then he pointed to a dark-haired man with a beard. He had an apprehensive look on his face that she knew well. This one would not trust her so easily. "This is Erlic and to his left sits his student Marz and his friends, Tristan and Corum." She nodded soberly to each in turn, fighting the urge to scratch at the many itches the sand had brought her. She dearly hoped it was the sand and not some rotting sickness brought on by contact with the foul zombies.

Ravin continued to make the introductions and she kept nodding respectfully to each person - she began to think her head would soon fall from her neck if this did not end soon! She noticed how some of the men seemed especially pleased to see her. That could be useful, but if they thought a handsome face would get them very far with her they were mistaken.

At last Ravin reached the final member of his party - the healer, Valhorek. Isobel bowed her head to him then looked at each of them in turn. "It is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of all of you," she said. "I am fortunate that you were here or the zombis might have suffered irreparable damage at my hands, thus displeasing the Queen." She grinned. Obviously it was quite an overstatement, but better to appear confident, especially after they had all seen her sprawled on the floor like a dog.

And then there were more people and more introductions! Did these people multiply in some sorcerous manner? How big was their adventuring party? "You must have a small army housed here," she whispered dryly to Ravin as he pulled out a chair for her.

She sat down and at Ravin's urging began to relate her tale of the caravan's ambush by sand worms. She quickly held up her hand to stem the protests she knew would come at that. "I am well aware that sand worms do not travel at night. Nonetheless, they did! I believe there was some sorcery involved, for the traces were there to be tasted once the worms had claimed their prize." She shifted a little then, slightly uncomfortable. For she had been the only survivor and she had lost her caravan. This would not look good to potential employers. They would not care that some mago had orchestrated the caravan's disappearance. Her charges were lost and that was all that mattered. Truly, she was disgusted with herself as well.

"I looked for other survivors, but there were none and my canteen was nearly dry. At the top of a dune I noticed this place, which I thought was a village - un que error! - and I came down to seek help. I was siezed by the disgusting zombies and brought here. I am most pleased to find that you are not intending to kill me." She grinned, a genuine gesture of good humor.

"But I am curious... why is it you are here among the undead? You do not seem like..." she hesitated, not wanting to insult the Queen who owned this palace after all. "... necromancer types."

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