I gasped and ran up to DQueene:
"Yes, Nero is missing, he thought he smelt some enemies and said it was an allergy and then I lost track and.... Now he's with Rabaer? DRAT!"
I grabbed for the mirror and DQueene nearly dropped it twice - after endless seconds of tugging we peered both into the mirror.
"Where is Nero exactly? What happened to him, is he alive and well off?"
The troll face remained silent - I bit on my lips and tried again:
"Please, Meetheka, give me a clue...."
She folded her fat arms under her breast, and the horrid flower pattern on her muumuu started to move how can a woman have such a bad taste? Yuck,orange and red! Probably from troll designer Karl Lagerfeld... then she parted her lips reluctantly:
"Your companion is a demon now, one of Rabaer's undead wizards has him under his force - if you don't stop him very quickly..." Scratching her nose - do those mirros have to show everything? "He'll march up to Beregost with a demon army and every day your comrade remains in this force will diminish his human self - bit by bit, day by day, hour by hour..." yes, and minute by minute, too
I gave DQueene back her mirror, leaving courtesies up to her, I was in no mood to thank for these bad news.
No, I'm not even going to show anyone how worried I am. We need all our strength to find that wizard. And he'd better be alive and well cared for, Rabaer... I thought grimly - feeling my face going stoney and hard.
[color:"#a0a0ff"]The drumming Tune of Revenge started...[/color]
Last edited by kiya; 14/06/03 07:50 PM.