R2: Rats in a Maze [Manzanita judging]

Heckler · May 28, 2006

Dungannon said:
" I've even heard rumors, not that I'm a gossip or anything,"

"No, no, of course not," says Babette, entering gossip mode...

Dungannon said:
" that she may be...not quite human."

"You mean, she has some elven blood in her or something?"

Dungannon · May 28, 2006

Babette said:
"You mean, she has some elven blood in her or something?"

"No, no, nothing that...benign." Myra clutches her necklace as she continues, "It's said that she has become a 'creature of the night'. I fear for her soul."

Heckler · May 29, 2006

Dungannon said:
"No, no, nothing that...benign." Myra clutches her necklace as she continues, "It's said that she has become a 'creature of the night'. I fear for her soul."

"Oh my goodness, that's terrible. But, whatever makes you think so? Does she bark at the moon or something?"

Dungannon · May 30, 2006

Babette said:
"Oh my goodness, that's terrible. But, whatever makes you think so? Does she bark at the moon or something?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that." Myra pauses, then seems to compose herself. "Like I said, it's just rumors," she gives Babette a nervous smile, "If you'd like to wait for Harrold, I can make you comfortable inside." She begins to head back around to the front of the house.

Heckler · May 30, 2006

"How very kind of you. Thank you." Babette will follow Myra and change the subject to some small talk more pleasant than break-ins and creatures of the night.

IcyCool · May 30, 2006

Gideon keeps quiet, his scowling gaze turned toward the estate to the south. He follows the group inside, eyes wary for anything ... odd.

wmasters · May 31, 2006

Following her inside, Metrius smiles "Don't worry about them, I am sure any goings on there are just rumour."

Patlin · May 31, 2006

"Staying alert's never a bad idea, rumor or no rumor."

Dungannon · May 31, 2006

Myra leads the group inside the mansion. A large foyer greets the companions with a wide staircase heading up to the second level. Myra ushers everyone into a large sitting room just off the foyer to the right. The children, there are four of them, stare at the visitors, peeking out from behind Myra's legs or around corners.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable. I will bring you some water. Please excuse me." The lady then gives a small curtsy and leaves you alone. One of the children, the oldest boy, shyly approaches Tor. He looks up at the large man, sporting a large dragon tattoo and wrapped in an imposing spiked chain, then back at his cohorts, who are encouraging him from the safety of the foyer. "Are you a...bar...bab...barb...a wildman?" the child finally blurts out.