As Maika and Cuthalion entered the hall, a sharp-eyed Orc stood in front of the couple, barring their way. He looked her up and down, consulting a photograph. "You must be Maikadilwen. We were told to be on the look-out for you...hand it over missy!" He held out his enormous hand, fingers waggling. She crossed her arms and fixed him with "the look". "So? What are you going to do, search me?"
Cuthalion bristled as the Orc's eyes lit up. "Hold on! Excuse us..." He took her by the arm and pulled her over to the side, trying to ignore the stares they were getting. "You had to do it...give it to me..please?" With an exasperated sigh, Maika reached down into the front of her bodice and withdrew a wicked looking breast-dagger. "Here! Happy?" Cuthalion led her back into the line and handed the dagger over to be tagged for retreival later. The Orc shook his head and wished Cuthalion luck.
Hoping fervently the rest of the evening would go smoothly, Cuthalion caught sight of Joan Rivers. Hastily he took Maika in his arms before she could set eyes on the person she despised most in all the world and kissed her soundly, then led her on through to the bar. "Another crisis averted!" he thought, sweating profuely.
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