Remdil muttered something about, "A thief to catch a thief, again." under his breath. Eolinda had immediately taken charge of the little captive and was holding him by the ear and berating him endlessly, each point punctuated by a tug on his ear. The boy was yelping and clawing at her arm, to no avail. Dineniel was glaring half-heartedly at everyone and everything from under her rain-drenched hood.
This whole scene was, obviously, earning them some strange glances from the passers-by who were appearing from their homes and opening up their shops as the sun rose higher and the rain began to show signs of slowing.
[ September 21, 2002: Message edited by: Rosseiliantiel ]
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