"Rezon?" It was the only portion of what Emmadalor said that interested the Eypharian. Her groanings and tears were ignored as easily as Emmadalor ignored the consolation of others. "A moderately common name..." His eyes looked at the handkerchief but did not see it. The man's thoughts had been cast afar off. "You and I will have much time together with you locked down here," he ruminated, "I am not so impractical as to leave you in a box." No, she would get to fly about this cellar stirring pots of laundry and grinding grain. "I will demand some good of you, even if you came at a cheap price." Her new owner began to return everything but the kerchief to her parcel. "I will learn more of Rezon as time goes by, or you will regret it." OOCOne last bit from you then I will close up shop here. Assume you were able to break free and fly away in the great djed storm. |