Ugh, thank the gods.
Kheldar snatches the ring with abnormally fast reflexes, then quietly mutters something in Sylvan. He disappears.
Kheldar looked at his hand, it looked semi-transparent to him. The lenses of his glasses could depict the limb as being magically hidden. . . but could still clearly show him where the limb was.
After muttering another phrase in Sylvan he reappears. . .
"Hmm. . ."
. . .but behind Sir Trystan, not at his seat.
good, it is the right ring!
". . .I'm not that grumpy, am I? Oh for goodness sake, if you knew how much these things cost you'd understand."
Kheldar wore the same grin, but his eyes were a touch lighter.
"Trystan. . . if ya figure you don't need the help, fair enough. . . Just don't be too quick to under-estimate your enemy. . . Hopefully they will surrender to you. . ."
Kheldar slowed his speech into a grim tone.
". . .However, you've already condemned a few of them to death. . . According to "honor among thieves," they have to kill you."
Kheldar rolls his eyes.
"But there really aint a lot of thief gangs that actually honor that tradition. . . From what you've said, it sounds like they'd sooner flee. . . Just take care if you back them against a wall with no escape. . . You'd be surprised to see how a man fights when he's got
nothing to loose. . . and some of them may very well be crazy enough to attack a paladin to avoid arrest."
Only eight or nine of them though? It's really just as well if I don't join them. . . I was hoping for a decent-sized gang.
"Well, good luck. . . Kat, I'm sure you have *useful skills*. . . but be ready for a fight with brigands whether you like it or not. . . it would be a terrible shame if you're bending over to discern the direction of a foot print and a sniper gets you in the - ah - well, take care. . ."
Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley