|
Far away, the Sorceress senses a faint disruption. Stilling, she mentally follows the trail to a small inn and a confrontation occurring between two strangers. Gauging by the lack of intensity being emitted, she decides there is nothing that needs her assistance...err...interference. Gently, she withdraws her mental sensor from the scene.
__________________
"First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win."
- Mahatma Gandhi
|