Raken expression didn't change as Mara slit his 'friends' throat. But after her, "Mister", he had to laugh. He howled, long and clear, clenching his stomach as if he were laughing so hard it pained him. But his eyes never left the woman, standing over the corpse, bloody knife poised, ready to kill another. "Ha! Well, you have won nothing, nothing. You truly think I cared about that sniveling bastard? He's from Mordor, shadowy, a spy. I hate spies. Can't do anything in th open or they'd get killed. Have to be sneakin' around. He's one less person for me to deal with. To, supposively, "depend on", as he kept sayin'." One less person who'd take the money and run, he thought. He stared at Mara the whole time, as if he were just looking at someone in curiosity. No emotion would ever touch his eyes. Now he was sneering.
"Now, you just tell me what you heard, and maybe you'll have a part in it," he told her, emphasizing the last word. "But, I did enjoy that little trick with the knife. I like using rusty nails a bit better, but I had what I had." He paused smiling at her for a split second. Then he went back to sneering. "I'll need men, little missy. But remeber- you're a little missy. You'll remain in your place," he said, snarling. Sneering and snarling. No one received any better. Only worse.
[ March 28, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]
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