[Novnarwen]

The red flames from the fire cast a dim light into his pale face. His hood covered his eyes in the dark. Only he, sat in that corner, waiting for his friend to appear. He smoked while sitting there, letting out the white smoke now and then. A small cough from is throat could be heard, and then he fell was silent. Money there, he thought while watching a man's pocket filled with silver coins. In the dark you could see his smile; his yellow teeth sticking out. Folw let his hood slide from his head. The sweaty long hair appeared. The thin man ordered a pint ale at the same time, letting the remaining coins (three to be precise) in his pocket.

Where is he? Folw thought while drinking his ale. It tasted bitter, but he wasn't to complain. The man hadn't had food for a very long time, and he drank it therefore with no further thought of its' taste. As he finished his ale, he leaned back, getting a glimpse of the door. And therein came the man who Folw was waiting for, his companion.

With great pace he came towards the man hid in the dark, in other words; he knew exactly where to find him. ''Greetings,'’ he said. Fowl gave a sign showing him to settle down. The most important thing was not to get attention. ''Now, what have you found out?'' Fowl asked eagerly while filling his pipe with pipe weed. ''No saying 'hi' to an old friend,'' the man said disappointed. Fowl gave a nod, letting the man continue: ''Bad news,'' he started. ''They'll not leave today, but tomorrow,'' his companion told him. Fowl sighed. ''Then we strike tomorrow'' he said determined.

The other man, called Stirru looked at him and gave a grimace. ''I can wait that long,'' he answered, and they talked no further of their business.

[ July 31, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]