"It's not permanent," Rabastan corrects. "However, it is reliable enough that it will usually appear here if it appears anywhere in this house."
He stops when he feels Autor's grip on his clothing.
"What?"
Elea keeps going, until she realises that the only one still moving is herself.
However, she is in front of the door that tends to open to the bar.
"Well?" she asks them both, trying to maintain an air of scepticism despite her worries that Rabastan is, in fact, telling the truth. "Which one?"
There are three doors to choose from.
"That one," Rabastan indicates. "Behind you."
"I really hope that this is the truth I'm being told," she says, hand shaking as she takes the latch in it. "Althena help all of us if this is the product of an addled mind..."
"No. Let me open it. It might not recognise you as a patron," Rabastan says, pulling himself free.
The door is pushed open.
"Just look," he instructs her...
...strange sounds float out even though the door is only open a few inches...
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Date: 2013-04-06 09:46 pm (UTC)He stops when he feels Autor's grip on his clothing.
"What?"
Elea keeps going, until she realises that the only one still moving is herself.
However, she is in front of the door that tends to open to the bar.
"Well?" she asks them both, trying to maintain an air of scepticism despite her worries that Rabastan is, in fact, telling the truth. "Which one?"
There are three doors to choose from.
"That one," Rabastan indicates. "Behind you."
"I really hope that this is the truth I'm being told," she says, hand shaking as she takes the latch in it. "Althena help all of us if this is the product of an addled mind..."
"No. Let me open it. It might not recognise you as a patron," Rabastan says, pulling himself free.
The door is pushed open.
"Just look," he instructs her...
...strange sounds float out even though the door is only open a few inches...