weaver
Weaver watched all this joyfuly from her thron in Dungeon Castle, she
smirkede, an ugly evil laugh filled the cave her servent winched. BUt
they too where happy, oh weaver had not smiled much less laughed since
the dawn qween had been bormn. "We my faithful one, we will be
her untimely end. Thank darkness for the Abbora and it missguiding
servent.!!!!!" a roar rose up from the darkness servents as the
servent of wohm she spoke stepped forawrds and bowwed to her. "It
is only my honnor to serve the Abbora, it has a mind so very powerful
my qween." HE bowwed, his long black cloak burshing the floor.
The queen reached out and slid her finges beneath the viel that
permited only his eyes to show. "You, Drasimier, are my most
faithful, woderful, willing servent are you not?" Drasimier
nodded, beneth his viel his lips twiched uncertainly but whne weaver
kissed his left eyelid his worries vanished, and his eye turnd blue
again.
