[@Dartbored Fairy]

[center][color=000000][b][h1]Madison[/h1][/b][/color][/center]

	Madison grinned sardonically at the barkeep as he approached her table, stammered his words then hurried away as fast as he could. While he was talking, deliberate or not, a wet rumble of flatulence escaped her bowel, adding to her overall stench. As he was walking away she called after him in a mocking tone - "I don't like love letters, idiot! Can't an attractive woman like myself just have a drink in peace?" She then laughed in an equally mocking manner as her eyes fell to the envelope in front of her.

[i][b][color=ffd700]To she who seeks gold. Read this and reconsider.[/color][/b][/i]

"What sort of bullshit is this?" She muttered under her breath while scratching at the gold print with one dirty, jagged nail. "Another fucking prick that can't mind their own business...." 

She pushed the still closed envelope aside to finish her ale in peace. Once the mug was dry, she checked over her shoulder out the window. The rain was still falling enough to keep her inside. Time for another drink. She went to the bar, ordered another ale then returned to her table before finally, grudgingly, opening the envelope to see what it had to say.... 


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[@Metatrooper][@Prima Luce]

[center][b][color=00ced1][h1]Boris[/h1][/color][/b][/center]

	Boris was feeling pleased that his magic chant had worked once again! He started to smile pleased at Kaldalis when the inmate in the next cell also stood and said some things that Boris didn't at first understand. The smile dropped form his docile face as he pursed his lips thoughtfully to one side, trying to make sense of what the man said. Finally, he figured out the mans words and his eyes lit up, not because of the content, just because he managed to figure it out for himself. But the joy didn't last long. His elated expression quickly became a resentful glare at Ovarin for lying to him. Boris wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but it didn't take much for him to realize the man was a liar. After all, Boris had heard the Tin Man talk in town earlier, and the voice he heard earlier matched the man who had stood up first. Like Boris's magic chant had told him, Kaldalis was Kaldalis for sure! 

For the moment forgetting about Kaldalis, Boris suddenly grabbed hold of the bars to Ovarin's cell and shook them like an enraged animal as he yelled with a mighty voice at the man -  

[b]"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME LIKE THAT!"[/b]

Of course, it wasn't only the lie that enraged Boris, it was also the realization that this was in fact the bad man, Ovarin, the man that Boris had actually come to see. For that moment of lost temper, Boris shook the bars of the cage so hard that they actually began to buckle and twist. They didn't bend a lot, but enough to give evidence to anyone there on just how strong he really was.

Releasing the bars, Boris stood back to let himself relax. His boyish face slowly faded from anger to one of a more intense I'm-gonna-hurt-you-bad-now expression at Ovarin. Still, amid the emotional rage of the moment, Boris did find mind to regard Kaldalis for a moment, telling him:

"Don't you worry about anything at all, Mr. Tin Man. Boris isn't here to hurt you. Boris is here to teach this even badder man a lesson!" Boris then turns his severe glare back to Ovarin, saying in another raise of his voice - 

"I know it was you who hurt that little girl! She told me herself! - DON'T YOU HURT LITTLE GIRLS LIKE THAT! YOU'RE A VERY, VERY BAD MAN!!" 

As Boris finished yelling at Ovarin a second time, he stepped forward again, his face straining with red fury as he forced the iron bars open even further to get at the man inside. But the effort was short and the bars hadn't bent much more before he remembered he had the keys. Releasing the bars, he quickly fished the chain of keys from his pocket. Holding them up in his finger and thumb, Boris's anger lapses momentarily to regard Kaldalis with a howler look, and said in a childish, embarrassed tone:

"I forgot I had the keys, Mr. Tin Man."  

Boris then commenced blundering through the many keys on the chain to see which one fit the lock to Ovarin's cell.