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Subject: cloak Author: Irites [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:12:00 04/22/04 Thu His heart hammered in his chest as he moved through the caverns of the Underdark. He'd left the human, luinari and gryphon behind to get the cloaks he'd mentioned, choosing one of the lower houses to aquire them from. Using the back ways he avoided notice without having to consciously think about it, after all he'd been doing this for years in order to stay alive. Moving silently he slipped into the house via the lower entrances, the ones that had been unused for centuries.... until Tri-ess had sent him to spy on this family. Because of his familiarity with this house he was able to make his way unerringly to the laundry rooms. The first room was permeated by the rank stench of soiled clothing and old blood. It was where the discarded clothing was sent to be cleaned. The next room held large vats of steaming water, along with six slaves who were using long handled paddles to stir and soak the soiled fabric inside them. Ignoring them he moved through the next room where the clothing was drying on racks to the last of the set. Clean clothing was arranged in stacks and moving rapidly he found where the clean cloaks were kept. Grabbing three he wrapped one around himself and tucked the other two underneath his arm. As an afterthought he grabbed a third for Fyrr. Moving gracefully he left, acting as though he had been sent on a specific errand, a trick that invariably caused the other drow to leave him alone. Reaching the others he spoke quietly so not to startle them overly much. "I've got the cloaks, one for each of you. Do you want to go to the slave pens first or try and find your friend?" He didn't mention his mother since he knew that rescuing her would be more than difficult. She was old and would most likely slow them down, something she wouldn't want to do if she had a choice. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]