Yetae stepped up to the door and yanked it open, ducking and rolling to one side as he did so. A clang sounded. Steel flashed in the moonlight. A few drops of blood hit the carpet of moss that covered the peaceful clearing. Yetae grunted, glanced at his newly ripped sleeve, and shrugged. "Coming in, Pator," he called through the door, ignoring the blade that had embedded itself deep in the doorframe right where his neck had been a moment before. He grinned back at Sindad. "It's safe now. He never has more than one mechanical trap at a time." He yelled through the door again, "By the way, old man, you shouldn't be so predictable." Only silence answered him. "Well, he'll have deactivated his spells, anyway."
Sindad ran over so that Yetae blocked her path, not fully beleaving that the danger was gone. She let out a sigh and thought, "why do I have to be so godamned pathetic? Why do I have to be so weak?" She then took a deep breath, "this is no time to be down! If I'm depressed then I'm more likely to get hit by something because I didn't hear the warning, or simply not paying attention."
Yetae glanced at the girl. Well, you couldn't expect a normal person to react any other way. "Come on," he said, attempting a reassuring tone. He walked through the door and looked about. Bookshelves lined the first room he came to. On, over, above, around, under, and sometimes even through the shelves sat, dangled, hung, lay, and leaned thousands of small objects. There were books, baubles, a crystal ball, various lengths of polished wood, miniatures of myriad creatures both real and imagined, and several small lizards. The lizards scampered about everything, though they stayed conspicuously away from an ornate black dagger. On the other side of the room, in a squashy chair, sat a middle-aged man. He was fit, not particularly good-looking or ugly, but his white hair seemed older than his face. It wasn't the silvery-white of old age, either, but a brilliant, pure white. His eyes were a bright aquamarine, and his grin on seeing Yetae lit up the room.
Sindad stepped to the side so she was visable and beamed a smile at the man. She stopped, bowed, stood straight, and smiled again. At the same time, however, she stayed near Yetae. She did not move any closer to the man than Yetae did. She kept her uncertanty and fear from showing on her face.
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Re: Mercenary « Reply #44 on Aug 6, 2008, 9:41am »
On spotting Sindad, Pator jumped up from his chair. "Hello!" he said. "And who are you?" Yetae inclined his head when the older man came near, but otherwise seemed to ignore him. Pator came over to Sindad in a gait that could only be described as bouncy and shook her hand. "Hello, hello. Yetae will have told you, but I'm Pator."
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Re: Mercenary « Reply #45 on Dec 14, 2008, 12:58am »
Sindad grinned, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Sindad." She looked at Pator, then glanced at Yetae. "So, why do you leave traps at your door? I mean, couldn't you one day be the one caught?"
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