Post by Imperator on Jan 29, 2007 0:59:59 GMT -5
A well-dressed marten stepped casually out of the alley and into the flickering torchlight outside the tavern. His fine cloak and tunic, free of signs or symbols, were matched by an aloof expression of mild disdain.
This didn't look as promising as he might've hoped. He'd seen some tension between the conquering goodbeasts and the vermin in this settlement, but not yet to the degree that he capitalized upon. He would have to look for the tinder to light, or somehow supply his own...
This didn't look as promising as he might've hoped. He'd seen some tension between the conquering goodbeasts and the vermin in this settlement, but not yet to the degree that he capitalized upon. He would have to look for the tinder to light, or somehow supply his own...