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Tomlin could hear some conversation going on, but he couldn't quite make out every detail. The door, as far as he could tell, had been slammed in Letalus' face. Tomlin scratched his head, then resigned himself to finish up his cleaning.

Once done, he shook his head. The tiredness of the day had yet to fully drain him, and he had yet to finish his nightly rituals. Pulling a circular target from inside the bag he held, he flipped open his coat. Placing the target in front of the door, Tomlin hung his coat flaps out on the rafters. He then, pulling himself up, hung upside down.

The steady wail of knives on a target echoed through the hallway outside his room, as if someone was chopping at small bit of wood.


"Father!~" asked a young lad. He looked to be in his early teens.

"Yes son?" replied a man looking to be in his late 30's. He ran a calloused hand through his long, black hair.

"I've made a new trick for the show, would ye like to see?" he asked, pulling on the man's hand and trying to get his attention.

"Not now son, I'm busy.." he said, his attention averting back to a table that sat in the tent. It lay full of documents, most of which had a seal from the city on them.

"But look, it really is neat." the boy replied, pulling out a few knives that had been given to him by his father. "I pick a target, and then as I go to throw, I do a flip." he said, pantomiming the movement with a fake kick and a look of surprise on his face.

"That's very interesting son. Tell you what, you and I can go spend some time practicing our tumbles...but first, I have to finish this paperwork. Otherwise, we'll have to deal with that grouch again. You know who I'm talking about, yes?" he said with a grin, imitating pulling on a long mustache and then widening his eyes a bit. The effect gave the older man a haunting look.

"That wrinkly old coot, eh Dad? Is he ever going to let us be?" he asked, kicking the dirt a bit. "All he wants is our talent, and the money for himself. He doesn't care about us..." he said as he threw one of the knives at a large log that sat neatly in the stack next to a small furnace. A TH-HINK could be heard as the knife stuck into the log as if it were a loaf of bread on a cutting board.

"I know son, but we've not had anyone come see us for some time. He's promising to take us around... and maybe even get a couple of acts together and start a circus. Wouldn't that be fun?" he implored, standing up from the chair he had been sitting in. He walked over to the log, and prying back and forth a bit, pulled out the knife from the log.

"I guess...but I don't like him. He's shifty, and I don't think doing this will come of any good..." said the boy, reaching his hand out for the knife.

"Perhaps, but we won't have any choice soon, son." he said as he handed the knife back to the boy. He hugged him briefly, then kneeled down. "Things will get better.... I promise."



But they didn't, did they? Tomlin recalled to himself as he flipped down off of the rafters.

OOC: Tomlin has a Bag of Holding. He's likely to pull quite a bit of things from it XD

As Letalus peered down at Sentelle she decided that she would indeed prefer a good cry, in the middle of the hall even, to his company and a discussion that she now realized was something better left for when she was more alert. Pulling her knees to her chest Sentelle lowered her forehead to rest against them and resume her crying.

Leana's words barely registering Sentelle shifted so that her torso now pressed against her legs and her arms hugged her ankles. Thus allowing the girl entrance to the room behind her with out the potential hazard of herself falling into the room as the door opened.

Being part ferret had it's perks that was for sure. With all the action that had occurred in and out of this room in the past moments of time, she was still sound asleep, having shifted on to her back maintaining the same donut shape she was curled up in by Merro.

OOC: Hee hee, yessss, I will corrupt you all with adorably cute imagery that resemble Nova's actions XD Bwahahahaha~<3

Why were women so complicated? Why couldn't they simply just say what they meant and be done with it? Sentelle was a complicated thorn in his side during the best of times and now, weeping at his feet, she was downright alien to Letalus. But sensing that there was an underlying problem rearing it's head, he decided it was better to deal with whatever the paladin wanted while Merro was safe and obedient.

Wordlessly, he leaned down and grasped Sentelle by her arm, hauling her up roughly and dragging her to his room. He pushed her inside, steadying her so that she wouldn't simply crumple to the floor and lowered his face slightly, towering over her. "What is it, woman? What doesn't Merro know?"

As Letalus grasped her arm Sentelle was, quite literally, painfully aware that he would not now allow her to put off the discussion. Somehow just blurting out 'She doesn't know you're a golem,' seemed to her the wrong approach. Her mind raced how in the world could she breach the subject tactfully?

As Letalus steadied her before him a vision flashed in her mind of a marking where, were Letalus human, his heart would be. Sentelle held her hand above his chest where the mark should be, in celestial she spoke: "Let this now be brought to light." Nothing happened.

Sentelle looked up and plead,"Letalus, I'm drained." her head felt light. "This isn't working." the room seemed to spin. "Can we please discuss this in the mor...?" she fell against Letalus.

From a dead sleep, Nova's eyes snapped open. She lifted her head up and glanced around the room, granted it was now her first time to see the establishment this evening. What an odd feeling that was just now; she had never felt anything like it before. It felt warm, yet alarmingly sharp in the depths of her mind.

As her dark orbs scanned the room, she saw Leana and Merro as they conversed and nothing more that could be considered "abnormal".

Chalking her feeling up to having a belly full of rabbit and a bad dream, she yawned and nestled her head back to where it was resting before. Amusing that a ferret can sleep so deep, awaken as if they were fully alert, and then back to it's comatose state.

Having had the bed in her line of sight, Merro's attention was momentarily caught, but by the time she glanced over the ferret had already settled back down into a cozy pile. She listened to Leana's somewhat uncertain reply and then blinked as she was winked at. In her experience, those had only been accompanied by lewd jokes from disgusting old men who liked to speak to her too familiarly for comfort. Amused despite herself at this roguish girl's easy manner, she smiled back.

"I hope so," she said by way of response, and then she realized something. "You said 'we'? Are you in need of supplies for yourself as well?" Another thought struck her suddenly.

"Where were you bound, if I may ask, when you joined us?" And when Merro carried you off without permission. And hasn't apologized for it yet. And probably never will think to.