The figure of a short woman clad all in blue entered the Inn. She laughed quietly to herself. Trust her to pick such a place... halflings! she thought.
In the corner of the room she spotted Scylla, Speak of the demonshe snickered and creeped over to her. She removed her blue cloak revealing the face of a relatively young woman with cropped white-blonde hair, unusual for a woman.
"Scylla! i have a bone to pick with you! How dare you put me in that position!"
She could see that Scylla was holding back a smile.
"What do you mean cousin?" she remarked slyly.
"You know well what i mean! The farmers in Rohan, their order for seven horses, seven weeks late, two of the short, some claim they were stolen from the south of Harad."
"Yebasian, They choose to do business with me, they play by my rules." said Scylla to her cousin. "Have a seat" Yebasian hesitated, then angrily sat, saying hello to the other two seated with Scylla. "Mark my words Scylla, one of these days..."
[ July 21, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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"NO, its nothing Tommy, its just that im not sure about the colour." - Turkish.
Tommy, SNATCH'S answer to Pippin.
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