Post by Creil Bevier on Aug 3, 2005 3:51:32 GMT -5
Creil laughed out loud, casting his head back and grinning inanely at the bard's jovial manner, and genuine mirth crossed his features as the bard began picking at his shirt. Calming himself, breathing steadily again, his expression grew serious, "Truly friend, i canst not say how the mind of this 'Rit Megliaf' doth work, should it work at all. I placed my self in his service, and he did cast me out, and attempt to have me aprehended." He frowned, "Fool. . ." He muttered, looking back over his shoulder at the collection of unconscious men and twisted iron.
As the bard confessed his bad feeling, Creil smiled and laughed, "Mine thanks friend, though i am aware of this. Holy majic keeps little concealed from the soldiers of god. Should this sneak show himself i shall strike him down, and continue on my way. Otherwise, i am content to allow him to besmirch his honour by hising in yon shadows." He said provocatively.
As the bard confessed his bad feeling, Creil smiled and laughed, "Mine thanks friend, though i am aware of this. Holy majic keeps little concealed from the soldiers of god. Should this sneak show himself i shall strike him down, and continue on my way. Otherwise, i am content to allow him to besmirch his honour by hising in yon shadows." He said provocatively.
