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Date Posted: 06:39:39 07/16/03 Wed
Author: Lark
Subject: continuing
In reply to: Lark 's message, "adding to the mix" on 08:03:11 07/14/03 Mon

Stepping out of the shadows, Ian's face bore a livid bruise, and his normally deadly gait bore a slight, limping shuffle as he crossed the floor of the great hall of the mansion. Wordlessly, he held out his hand to his master, bearing the small, flat, but ostentatiously decorated lacquer box he was sent to fetch. He was startled when Irons' snaggle-toothed guest melded out from behind a pillar and snatched it from his hand. Ian recoiled as though burned by acid, and stared in horror at Irons for confirmation, but Irons returned a cool gaze until Ian regained his composure, outwardly calm, yet decidedly uneasy.

The man laughed, a grating, rasping sound, like dead leaves rustling, "You look like you've seen a ghost, boy."

"Enough!" snapped Irons, and the man was silenced, but his grey eyes gleamed like cold steel as he ran them over Ian once more, making Ian quiver despite himself. "Is it correct?" asked Irons quietly, almost subserviently, Ian was disgusted to note to himself.

Removing a grey silk glove from his skeletal hand, the man ran gnarled fingers over the box; pressing points on the top and sides, the lid popped up, revealing a delicate bracelet resting on a white velvet cushion. Pale green jade beads linked by fine white gold glimmered in the firelight as he lifted the piece from its bed, and smiled, running a nearly black tongue over his horribly stained teeth. "Oh, yes, this is the one," he replied, and he shared a malevolent look with Irons.

Ian inched his way back into the shadows, bent on flight.

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