Zeuse's balls, they're both lost. "You may call me Enyalius," I grin and give them a short bow. Mab's name is her own, and not one I could forget. She possesses something I do not give away at a whim. I don't recall ever meeting either of these two before me, and I don't like the look of the soldier, dead eyes on that one.
Backing up until I feel Mab's leg at my back, I lean against her mount and consider this unlikely pair. "Where were you to meet your wife?" I ask Iago. Perhaps we passed the meeting place in our travels. "And your company," I look at Benedict, "Where did you see them last?" That might give us a hint as to what led us here.
I glance down the trail they were on. Wonder where that leads.
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Date: 2011-03-18 01:13 am (UTC)Backing up until I feel Mab's leg at my back, I lean against her mount and consider this unlikely pair. "Where were you to meet your wife?" I ask Iago. Perhaps we passed the meeting place in our travels. "And your company," I look at Benedict, "Where did you see them last?" That might give us a hint as to what led us here.
I glance down the trail they were on. Wonder where that leads.