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THE TAVERN
One by one, those inside the tavern become furtive and withdrawn, trembling in the damp air that has settled into the building. Nerves have become strangely tense and the patrons eye one another with suspicion if they look to one another at all. The uneasiness affects everyone and, to calm themselves, they breathe deeply, unwittingly drawing the terrible hunger into themselves.
Yes, fools, respond to my touch with your quivering. O yes, by all means, calm yourselves, fill your lungs with my whispers. O! The things I have to speak to you!
The dozens of fears and insecurities hidden within each person in the tavern suddenly begin their own speaking, and unease is replaced by terror. Hands begin to tremble visibly, eyes have grown wide, patrons and staff begin to seek out hiding places or have huddled together and the first sobbing notes of emotional collapse are sounded.
Yes, listen to me, my voice is within you and there is no escaping. Ah! To savor these tears and this trembling, but there is still so much more to draw forth. Let me open for you the voices of your fears ......
Panic takes over within the tavern as sobs and screams are released into the stale and hungry air.
[ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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