I kept watching our passionate looters and couldn't concentrate on our discussion - so I excused myself and went over to even more passionate drug addicts. I glared at Womble:
"Well, master thief? Is the sled ready? We have to start very early in the morning - so, I'd not drink so much, the sunrays could hurt you... In case you don't know: Nero has been kidnapped, transformed into a demon and is under force of an undead wizard at the service of Rabaer - keep a few braincells of yours dry, will you?" The one or two that were able to rescue themselves on a rock in...
[color:"#a0a0ff"] The slow pulsating rhythm of Revenge grew stronger... joined by the highpitched notes of Impatience and underlined by aggravation...[/color]
