[steve]

It was cold in Cygnus' room, the end-tables now cluttered with books, scrolls and tatered transcripts. All of these from diffent times and scripted in diffrent languages. Many of them written in a Sindarian by a skilled hand seemingly, and a few written in Dwarvish runes. One page stood out of the bunch tho, a tattered parchment written in the black language of mordor.

Cygnus, sitting on a old stool behind a long wooden table, has been suffling through the stacks of papers. Seeming to have found what he was looking for he gets up to his feet, folds the tattered parchment and places it in his bag.

A loud cry comes from inside his room as he starts to walk out, Cygnus turns around and engages in feeding Tran'oul, for which he frogot. Turning from the cat he walks back out into the hallway with a quick stride and procedes to go back down the stairs into the common room, slowing down greatly and falsley limping as he enters.

Crossing the common room and out the door, Cygnus reestablish his quick pace and walks speedly toward the stables and his horse.

[ May 29, 2003: Message edited by: steve ]