Just trying to make amends . Randy

Randy was rather flattered that the girls wanted to wear his clothing. It's like he was some sort of monk-super model, but still he thought the girls had gone rather daft, he didn’t even remember the one they called Amber or was it Mira.

But in general his cloths stunk, no happy medium there, he missed the kind of oaky-spice that his disguise had offered previously but I had been ruined. well you can’t win every battle. But Randy absolutely refused to put on any of his tainted vestments. Though Mira agreed and mumbled something about bait. “Your sympathy is overwhelming.” Bonita seemed to get a kick out of the conflict. Randy thought to himself guess everyone is initialed to a little fun, wish it wasn’t at my expense but it was good to see that she could smile.

Mira was rambling off some jargon about how they might get themselves killed by a beast living underground. Wait a second, how do they know anything about the dark district? Randy decided to keep his insightful comment to himself. “so we're going to wander aimlessly through the dark district?”

(as they walked through town) “What happened to Cordell?” the girls disregarded the comment as we went ever deeper in to the black of night. “Ah hah! There’s the door!” Vahn Gray described it perfectly to him uprooting some lovely looking plants from a window seal. “Sorry girls I have to make amends.” To their complaints Randy rationalized “if we have no idea where this creature is, then he could be here and we wouldn't even know it.”

----the other maid----
She had finally gotten out of the bath. She had scrubbed so furiously to get the wretched smell out her skin was red, and she had finally given up with the battle half won as the sweet smell was only slightly strong on her. Still in her robes she plopped down on the couch. “If it’s the last time I see that good for nothing know it all-oh it would only be too soon!”

There was a knock on the door. She grabbed a nearby pillow and screamed into it, she did not want to open the door right now. All she wanted was a meal and go to bed. “Though it might be Metty” she thought to herself and was the only reason she even went over to the door, “talking to a girlfriend right now would really help. Stupid men.”

She began to rant as she walked to wardsthe door, “that stupid inconsiderate black smear on reality, Metty let me tell you of this no good trouble making hazard named –“ swinging the door open. “Randy!?!”

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in the distance honing in on the horrid horrid! quest, the quest of silence

“Gah! Why don’t these mites just die!” the smells were giving Taber a headache. The peace he had received from his first victim was short lived as the reeking smells seemed to taunt him getting closer and not stopping! “I will find peace-if it’s the last thing I do! ... all I want is a little peace. Just a little peace…”


Leaning over a ledge on one of the many towering buildings in the dark district, Taber Leveret was getting close.