Joined: Thu Sep 05, 2013 1:15 am
Location: Melbourne, Australia
Olaf and Torben begin to feel a prickling on the backs of their necks as Highbough, the senile old Elf, starts muttering to himself in an unknowable--but markedly nasty--tongue as he fidgets with a hand mirror of all things... silently, they each rather wish he would stop it.
Meanwhile, Wen is momentarily distracted from Highbough's turn of demeanor by a tiny chirping sound, and looks down to see a rat sitting obediently on its haunches by his feet. Laying of the floor next it is is... a tiny dark... what is that, a cigar? How curious...
At that very moment Highbough turns up the mirror and looks upon it.
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]