Soran had been staring into the fire, as usual, when Rudgar and his recruits arrived. His first reaction had been to check his (nonexistent) money pouch. They looked remarkably like the type of man he had been accustomed to chasing away with a pitchfork when he still had a farm...Still, they were obviously more comfortable with the use of their weapons than he; some even looked like they enjoyed killing. Which was not one Soran's pastimes.
The only one who looked like a decent fellow was the one called Minastan, or some such name. He looked like a man who was just having hard luck, like the original group. The rest...
"Well, what do you think friend? Will they do, or are we wasting our time listening to that tired battle horse?" Lotar's voice interrupted his thoughts. He didn't sound very pleased himself.
"The only one I would trust not to stab me in the back is that one," he replied in an undertone, pointing to Minastan. "He's a different look about him than the others. More like us." I was hoping that Rudgar would pull through; I was hoping that he would please Lotar and keep himself out of trouble. I think he just dug himself deeper into that hole, and I don't know how to dig him out.
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11-13-2003, 01:47 PM
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