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Ealasaid · 06-14-2003, 04:32 PM

Kaldir went to the Inn of the Green Dragon because it had come to his attention that there was a Southern lady, a desert lady of Far Harad, staying there. His spy had even seen the intricate tattoos of her hands that identified her as a lady of the Painted Sand tribe. She would bring a good price. There were still those in the world who remembered the arrogance of the Painted Sand people, and they paid well for their revenge. Evidently, this woman had not made any effort to keep her presence a secret, even being so silly as to favor the common room with a song in her own dialect. The only thing she could have done to draw more attention to herself, thought Kaldir, was to deliver a dance with a sword balanced across the crown of her head. Kaldir smiled as he turned his horse into the courtyard of the inn. Foolish as she seemed, this one would be an easy catch.

For a fleeting instant, Kaldir could scarcely believe his luck. He had no sooner turned his horse into the courtyard than here the lady came, buried in thought and walking almost directly into his arms! He should seize her right there and then, Kaldir told himself, just bind her up, toss her across the back of his saddle and be gone. His hand moved slowly in the direction of the rope he carried looped across his saddle horn. Just then, a hobbit lady burst out the front door of the inn, calling the desert lady by name and babbling some nonsense about mathom. Kaldir's hand stopped and returned to his side. Too bad! he thought to himself, but he was not about to take his quarry right in front of the hobbit lady. All he needed was for her to sound the general alarm, and quicker than he could say peas and potatoes he would find himself surrounded by forty angry hobbitmen brandishing pikes and hoes. Hobbits were small and, for the most part, pretty silly in his eyes, but they could be a fierce lot when they had their backs up. Well, later, he promised himself. The desert lady carried no luggage. She would be back.

He turned his horse and continued through to the inn's stableyard.

[ June 14, 2003: Message edited by: Ealasaid ]

06-14-2003, 04:32 PM	#110
Ealasaid Wight Join Date: May 2003 Location: under a large pile of dirt & gravel Posts: 193	Kaldir went to the Inn of the Green Dragon because it had come to his attention that there was a Southern lady, a desert lady of Far Harad, staying there. His spy had even seen the intricate tattoos of her hands that identified her as a lady of the Painted Sand tribe. She would bring a good price. There were still those in the world who remembered the arrogance of the Painted Sand people, and they paid well for their revenge. Evidently, this woman had not made any effort to keep her presence a secret, even being so silly as to favor the common room with a song in her own dialect. The only thing she could have done to draw more attention to herself, thought Kaldir, was to deliver a dance with a sword balanced across the crown of her head. Kaldir smiled as he turned his horse into the courtyard of the inn. Foolish as she seemed, this one would be an easy catch. For a fleeting instant, Kaldir could scarcely believe his luck. He had no sooner turned his horse into the courtyard than here the lady came, buried in thought and walking almost directly into his arms! He should seize her right there and then, Kaldir told himself, just bind her up, toss her across the back of his saddle and be gone. His hand moved slowly in the direction of the rope he carried looped across his saddle horn. Just then, a hobbit lady burst out the front door of the inn, calling the desert lady by name and babbling some nonsense about mathom. Kaldir's hand stopped and returned to his side. Too bad! he thought to himself, but he was not about to take his quarry right in front of the hobbit lady. All he needed was for her to sound the general alarm, and quicker than he could say peas and potatoes he would find himself surrounded by forty angry hobbitmen brandishing pikes and hoes. Hobbits were small and, for the most part, pretty silly in his eyes, but they could be a fierce lot when they had their backs up. Well, later, he promised himself. The desert lady carried no luggage. She would be back. He turned his horse and continued through to the inn's stableyard. [ June 14, 2003: Message edited by: Ealasaid ]