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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pacdidj" data-source="post: 5592065" data-attributes="member: 86793">"Ooh, yes Devinihm dearie. Aren't these farms lovely?," Auntie Mab remarks wistfully, watching the scenery roll by. "Oh, I'd just love to move to a place in the country. Somewhere close to the forest where the little folk live. Why, you know they say that if you leave a bowl of milk on your doorstep near the woods a brownie will move in and clean your house for you. Wouldn't that be something?""Of course that will have to wait until I've saved up enough to pay for poor little Yenros' treatments. You know after our last job dearie, I was beginning to think that this whole adventuring thing might not be as good as all the hype. I mean, we did manage to avenge poor Mr. Dartanian and all, but the treasure haul from that temple was pretty slim. I said to myself, 'Mabbeth,' I said. 'You might have to go back to fortune telling after all.' But, a few more easy jobs like this one though... Ah, yes, I can picture it now: Auntie Mab, dweller by the woods, friend of the wee faerie folk, living out her golden years in peaceful, pastoral retirement."*Meep, skirp skirp, pfft fft ftt. Squeak!,* Tristram chimes in interrupting the old woman's reverie."What? 'Not destined for peaceful retirement'? What in the world is that supposed to mean Tristram?," Mab asks her familiar, clearly nonplussed. "Besides, who's the fortune teller around here anyway? Auntie Mab is wise in the ways of destiny, but you're just a rat silly. What would you know about the mysterious workings of fate?," Mab says rhetorically, as though that settles the matter, but evincing more than a hint of worry in her voice. Tristram just shakes his head sadly and returns to the old woman's pocket, leaving Mab even more flustered and confused.</blockquote>

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