***** Dale-Jarl *****
Jarl had found a side door in the garden. It did not lead out to the street as he had hoped, but into the kitchen area for the great hall. He stopped and looked about. There must be a tradesman's entrance some where!.
A kitchen boy, arms laden with trays of fruits and confections hurried by. Jarl stopped him for a moment. 'Where is the door to the street?' he asked. Turning his slightly to the side and pointing his chin and eyes in the direction of the exit, the boy then hurried on followed by a sharp reprimand from one of the cooks.
Jarl strode through the maze of tables and cooking areas, in the direction the boy had indicated. He fended off offers to show this 'lost' guest back to the party, and finally arrived at the door. He had opened it, and was just ready to make good his escape, when a familiar voice called out to him in a tone of urgency that made him hesitate. He turned, a questioning look on his face, as he saw the figure of Gramil bearing down on him.
[ October 03, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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