Subject: Jon peered at the card, pursing his lips.
Posted on: 2017-02-21 21:04:25 UTC

"Naer--Neer--Nar-- oh, Burn it, I--oh!" he gasped suddenly, looking up at Lou. "Oh, I'm--I'm terribly sorry! That just slipped out. I--I--oh, I'm so sorry." The Myrddraal huddled in on himself as if he could disappear into his yellow robes. "I'm afraid I don't know where he is," he said, in a very quiet voice. He cursed himself silently; this Lou wasn't even flinching when she looked at him, and what had he done? Blurted out a foul curse without thinking. She was probably horribly offended. She wouldn't want to speak to him anymore, he was certain. Besides, she was looking for someone else. Jon shrank back into his chair a bit more and waited for Lou to be mad at him.

((Myrddraal are always described in a wonderfully chilling fashion. They freak me out. Except Jon; Jon's a cinnamon roll.

I'm a burglar now. Cool.


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