|
Eceil shifts from foot to foot, his dull eyes taking note of all the Chancellors armed guards. A sinking suspicion runs through his mind that the chancellor might have a shadier purpose for the soldiers.
Coughing, he turns to the trooper that’s been humoring Joneth,
“He's right. Can we get on with our lives or are you going to escort us some place first?”
[ 03-29-2005, 12:20 AM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]
|