dissapointment..

Joseph watched as his master, the personal Speaker for his God and the religious warrior-leader of The Shattered Hand rushed down the stairs, into the temple of the Raven, and out unto the ice plains.

He stood at the window, staring as long as he could, watching andrew trudge though the snow until he was out of sight.

Turning to the table, he re-arranged the books Andrew had so hastily messied while jotting a messege. He clucked his tongue, in dissaproval, to whoever would listen; one of the Temple's numerous ravens croaked in response.

"An elf.." he mummered to himself angrily. "An elf, here! In the temple! she passed through the Urn's chamber even!" He shuddered in anger, his slender, frail form rattling.

More mummers followed as he went through the temple's books, re-aranging and organizing them..

"would of never thought HE would do that.."

"loose cannon.. "

"washing her like some slave!"

exhausted from anger, he slammed his hands upon the table, bowing his head. He gave a long, labored sigh.

Beltane, a soldier of the Shattered Hand and a hulking, huge man that seemed the complete opposite of Joseph, entered the common room at that moment. "What's that..?"

Joseph turned slowly, his features twisted in an upset, quiet rage....

"you wont *believe* what he's done this time..!"

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> Joseph watched as his master, the personal Speaker for his God and the religious warrior-leader of The Shattered Hand rushed down the stairs, into the temple of the Raven, and out unto the ice plains. > He stood at the window, staring as long as he could, watching andrew trudge though the snow until he was out of sight. > Turning to the table, he re-arranged the books Andrew had so hastily messied while jotting a messege. He clucked his tongue, in dissaproval, to whoever would listen; one of the Temple's numerous ravens croaked in response. > "An elf.." he mummered to himself angrily. "An elf, here! In the temple! she passed through the Urn's chamber even!" He shuddered in anger, his slender, frail form rattling. > More mummers followed as he went through the temple's books, re-aranging and organizing them.. > "would of never thought HE would do that.." > "loose cannon.. " > "washing her like some slave!" > exhausted from anger, he slammed his hands upon the table, bowing his head. He gave a long, labored sigh. > Beltane, a soldier of the Shattered Hand and a hulking, huge man that seemed the complete opposite of Joseph, entered the common room at that moment. "What's that..?" > Joseph turned slowly, his features twisted in an upset, quiet rage.... > "you wont believe what he's done this time..!"
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