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Eorl of Rohan · 02-19-2004, 07:41 PM

Ferethor could not restrain himself from a smile at Maen's characteristic comment. "As it happens, the craven who does not want to come in could aid you in this." He opened his palm, revealing the key gleaming silver. "The key."

Crystal, who was examining a patch of wall, approached. "Maen, maybe we can get through here. It sounds..." She abruptly broke off at catching a glimpse of the silvery key. "Is that the key to the entrance to Military Archives, Ferethor? How did you get it?" Maen added sharply, "Where did you obtain it?"

Ferethor raised an eyebrow in seeming consternation. Then he shrugged off that inevitable question, saying "You need not know. Surely, you will not back out at the last minute, Maen Il Garoth? Let us enter."

Maen glanced at Ferethor distrustfully, a slight frown creasing her brow. "I have the right to know, Ferethor." She demanded, her face set in earnest distrust. "Do you?" He met her enraged glare with his level glance, hard and inpenetrateable.

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02-19-2004, 07:41 PM	#11
Eorl of Rohan Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Seoul, South Korea Posts: 602	Ferethor could not restrain himself from a smile at Maen's characteristic comment. "As it happens, the craven who does not want to come in could aid you in this." He opened his palm, revealing the key gleaming silver. "The key." Crystal, who was examining a patch of wall, approached. "Maen, maybe we can get through here. It sounds..." She abruptly broke off at catching a glimpse of the silvery key. "Is that the key to the entrance to Military Archives, Ferethor? How did you get it?" Maen added sharply, "Where did you obtain it?" Ferethor raised an eyebrow in seeming consternation. Then he shrugged off that inevitable question, saying "You need not know. Surely, you will not back out at the last minute, Maen Il Garoth? Let us enter." Maen glanced at Ferethor distrustfully, a slight frown creasing her brow. "I have the right to know, Ferethor." She demanded, her face set in earnest distrust. "Do you?" He met her enraged glare with his level glance, hard and inpenetrateable.