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The Tavern:
Although the rain still pours into the room, striking even the hastily locked and boarded door, the winds of the storm have stopped their violent swirling. In the undertow of the storm, however, another current moves, a roiling pocket of stale air heavy with odors of decay collects outside the tavern:
O! They are very frightened, indeed! And such a delightful range of flavors to the fear ..... Would that I could consume them as I do his people – O! I would grow very strong, indeed, were I free to feast upon such abundance. Nothing to stop me from ‘enhancing’ these delicious emotions, however, and enhance them I shall. Perhaps I shall start with those two in the next room – all nervousness and quaking tension behind their laughter and bluster. Yes, they shall do nicely ..... it has been so long, so very long since I have had so many to play with .......
[ 02-20-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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