Anselm stood still and silent an arm's length away from the frightened girl. Her back was against the wall of a brick building and the three of them had her effectively hemmed in. His cold gray eyes gazed at her steadily, although she could not see that because of his cowl. There was something odd about the pendant but he couldn't decide what it was. It does not appear to be enchanted, he thought It feels like ordinary glass. What makes it so important to you, girl? Anselm didn't have enough pieces to put the puzzle together yet, but he suspected the pendant had more than just sentimental value to her. He suspected it lay at the center of whatever the three strangers were up to, and his curiosity was piqued. Her companions could return at any moment so time was of the essence. He waved his hand dismissively, the first movement he had made since taking up his position in front of her. As he did so, he concentrated on extending his own aura outward until it included the girl's. He conjured up a feeling of terror inside himself and pushed it toward her. It felt to him like a gentle breeze flowing out of him and into her. The effect was immediate and obvious. She seemed to shrink into the wall, shaking uncontrollably, her breathing reduced to little gasps. “We have come for the pendant,” he announced crisply. “My companions are dangerous people. Give it to me now or I cannot be responsible for what might happen to you.” He had her full attention now and took advantage of it by leaning toward her and pulling his cowl back just enough for her to catch a glimpse of his face. Her eyes filled with terror. She saw the deep purplish bruising that surrounded his cold, dead, staring eyes. She saw the skin hanging off his jowls as though it was melting and about to drip on to the ground. She saw the puss-filled sore on one side of his nose and the angry red scabs across his forehead. All this in the span of a few seconds before his face disappeared back into the shadow of the cowl. She was whimpering. He conjured up a feeling of deep relief inside himself and pushed it toward her as he said in a quiet voice, “On the other hand, it might be enough to just tell me what is so important about it.” He paused to push a mild suggestion at her: This is my way out. "And then you can be on your way." |