The wagon creaked as it drew up to the gates of Castle Longden and groaned to a halt. The wizened driver wiped the sweat from his brow as he tied off the reins of his team of mules to the brake and looked to the Guard that had approached him.
?I ?ad me ?ders ?rom ?es.?, he spoke in a wheezing voice while holding out the letter he had been given as instructed by the cowgirl. Des had promised her friend Tara a gift in return for the Angel wing feather, the real one that is, and the wagon held the gift.
There, proud as you please, in the back sat four kegs of the finest gunpowder Tara could ever have hoped to have. Each keg was filled to the brim with the highly explosive, dangerously flamable stuff.
Des was hoping that the petite vampiress was intending to give it to her husband since she had mentioned Talomar would like the gunpowder several times when they had been talking about it. But she couldn?t be sure.
Nevertheless a promise was a promise and she had just had to have that Angel wing feather or she would surely have gone insane she just knew it! Admittedly visions of the Inn being blown to bits had danced through her head as she was selecting and paying for the gift but taking out her prized feather had soon silenced them nicely.
The letter read:
Dearest Friend Tara,
I love the feather that ya got for me! I really do appreciate you doing that for me. It was right kind of ya. I remembered my promise to get you this here gunpowder in return and I hope that you enjoy it.
I?m sorry this here letter is so short but I got deportment lessons, language lessons, a kitchen full of wedding invitations still to be sent out, a fianc? to spend time with, duels to call, a bar to tend, and a paper that I work for.
Not to mention a treasurer that is soon going to be gutted if he don?t quit asking me for them their pieces of paper that tells how much I spent on what where which ain?t none of his business if ya ask me.
Love,
Des
?I ?ad me ?ders ?rom ?es.?, he spoke in a wheezing voice while holding out the letter he had been given as instructed by the cowgirl. Des had promised her friend Tara a gift in return for the Angel wing feather, the real one that is, and the wagon held the gift.
There, proud as you please, in the back sat four kegs of the finest gunpowder Tara could ever have hoped to have. Each keg was filled to the brim with the highly explosive, dangerously flamable stuff.
Des was hoping that the petite vampiress was intending to give it to her husband since she had mentioned Talomar would like the gunpowder several times when they had been talking about it. But she couldn?t be sure.
Nevertheless a promise was a promise and she had just had to have that Angel wing feather or she would surely have gone insane she just knew it! Admittedly visions of the Inn being blown to bits had danced through her head as she was selecting and paying for the gift but taking out her prized feather had soon silenced them nicely.
The letter read:
Dearest Friend Tara,
I love the feather that ya got for me! I really do appreciate you doing that for me. It was right kind of ya. I remembered my promise to get you this here gunpowder in return and I hope that you enjoy it.
I?m sorry this here letter is so short but I got deportment lessons, language lessons, a kitchen full of wedding invitations still to be sent out, a fianc? to spend time with, duels to call, a bar to tend, and a paper that I work for.
Not to mention a treasurer that is soon going to be gutted if he don?t quit asking me for them their pieces of paper that tells how much I spent on what where which ain?t none of his business if ya ask me.
Love,
Des