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Date Posted: 05:30:04 11/22/01 Thu
Author: Isobel
Subject: More and more interesting...
In reply to: Tristan and Rowan 's message, "Yeah, women just fall out of the woodwork around here" on 03:35:15 11/22/01 Thu

So... they are "adventurers", these people, Isobel thought as Erlic spoke. One corner of her mouth quirked slightly. If he wished to be coy, that was fine with her. She was more than capable of figuring out what was going on on her own, anyway. And this Erlic one... he was playing it so cool. She was more certain now that there was something else going on here. Adventurers merely sitting around the dining room of a Queen of the Undead? Did he truly think her such a simpleton?

“You are free to leave should you care to,” Erlic continued. “Or, you can continue your journey with us. I will not guarantee that at every turn you’ll find treasures, or at every encounter the meetings won’t be fierce, but I can assure you that the members of this party are quite knowledgeable, and quite capable of handling the most trying of encounters.”

This she had to smile at. Of course they were, or they would not be out here for whatever reason. As all men, he could not resist bragging about prowess. Yet he was veiling it as an off-handed invitation to her. Her mind raced...this could be a lucky change in fortunes for her. If something more was indeed going on here (and she was certain there was) then she might be able to recoup her losses from the unfortunate caravan fiasco.

She noticed that yet more people were entering the room and taking seats, but her attention for now was riveted on the man whom she took to be their leader.

“So the choice is yours Isobel,” Erlic was saying. “You have by now had the opportunity to view all of us in your own way, and possibly have come to your own conclusions about this group.” Well! Perhaps Senor Fresco did not believe her to be so daft after all. He at least had the good sense to realize that she would not wish to throw in her lot with some scruffy band of luckless fools. Fortunately this did not appear to be such a group as that (the reactions of the group - from the distrustful looks to the subtle movement of hands toward weapons - did not escape her notice, although she did not reveal this fact to them.) However, the men seemed to be starved for female attention or else they were simply in season all the time. Hombres! They were so driven by their egos and what was in their pants!

As Erlic awaited her response, another man - one whom she expected to be drooling soon - spoke up. “Don’t mind him,” he said. “He has a habit of beating around the bush, though we all love him for it.” Isobel noted the warning look the woman shot at him - and for a wonder so did he. But he merely laughed. “What? It’s no secret, sis. We’ve been hired by my beloved Kazabet to get some magical branches or other. It’s to be a few days’ journey from here, at least by Roc, which is the preferred mode of transportation here at Kazzy’s, particularly if they’re dead.”

Isobel shuddered at this. "You would ride those foul zombified birds? Madre del Dios I would sooner ride a sand worm!" She of course realized that it might be necessary to ride on these horrid creatures if she wished to pursue this interesting-sounding adventure, but she did not have to like it.

She watched with some amusement the interchange between the man and his sister... Laurel and Rowan... were these not the names of trees?

Ay! The man was now raking his eyes over her body. She resisted the urge to spit. And truly she showed enormous self control by not glaring at him too harshly as he spoke. “No offense, sweetheart,” he said with one of his leering looks, “Just commenting on the odds, is all. I’m sure if you have all the right equipment, you know damn well enough how to use it.”

Isobel fought the urge to leap up and slap the insolent dog... of course she knew how to use her "equipment" - her knives and otherwise, but the last was none of his concern. However, she had heard what he had previously said about what they sought and this intrigued her, so she did not threaten the man's life.

Instead, she said, "Branches? You are to go in search of bits of trees? I do not understand this," and she gave him her most smouldering smile, allowing her voice to become silky-husky, her gaze to offer possibilities that may or may not be there. "Por favor, Senor, do tell me more of these 'branches'," for she had also heard well when he had said that they were magical.

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