[Lyra Greenleaf]

"Good day to you all"
Sammael turned at the interruption to see a young man with brown hair make a bow more suited to royalty. He exchanged glances with Damodred.
"My name is Zasfal," the man continued "I answer the call of my god! And the notoriety it may bring. And you are?"

Sammael grinned. "My name is Sammael, the old man is Damodred and unfortunately for the pair of us, this woman dislikes men too much to part with her name. Alas, I also doubt we will gain much noteriety on this journey, we only go to convert Heathens to the true path."
Zasfal returned the smile, and the two men began to talk idly. Damodred watched with a sneer, and the woman melted away into the shadow of a large black pillar.

After a while Damodred pulled Sammael away by the shoulder, leaving Zasfal half way through a sentence. Sammael looked at him and shrugged, internally thinking that he looked rather like a fish with his mouth gaping so.
"Well Damodred?" he asked. "What is so urgent, may I enquire. Only if you've quite finished dragging me around like a child. I'm surprised you didn't choose to lead me by my ear."
"If you didn't act like a child..." Damodred said absently, then looked over his shoulder at Zasfal who was now leaning on the wall staring at them. "There's something not right about him" Damodred said finally. "He's not honest"

Sammael alughed aloud. "Of course he's not! Are you? I'm not."
"Laugh all you like." Damodred said firmly, not offended. "That man is trouble. And he was standing with the crew in red and black when we first walked in"
"Standing by them, no doubt." Sammael said quietly. "If it makes you feel better then reassure yourself that Zasfal is merely someone I can talk to, not a friend. He is too..." Sammael paused, thinking. "He is too like me for anything else. He will be driving me mad within a day."

Without another word Sammael turned and walked back to where he had left Zasfal. Damodred followed with a grim face.
"Sorry about that." Sammael said with an easy smile. "Damodred thought there was something fishy about you. I told him it was probably because you had come from the harbour. He wasn't brought up well enough to know such personal comments were rude. Now, what were we talking about...?"

[ June 15, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]