GreyOne
Explorer
Keil pauses in the doorway, turns and says, "My mistake, masters, no talk, just whispers, nothing to concern you with." With that he turns and moves into what is presumably the kitchen. You hear low-cast voices on the other side, one obviously a woman's.
Nado leans forward, his face shrivelling up like a raisin with the bitter taste of of the Haja."My friends, you hear not the fear in his voice. You also hear not his words. He talks of strangers, outlanders about, of late. Outlanders perhaps like us?"
Nado leans forward, his face shrivelling up like a raisin with the bitter taste of of the Haja."My friends, you hear not the fear in his voice. You also hear not his words. He talks of strangers, outlanders about, of late. Outlanders perhaps like us?"