You enter a circular room, lined with enormous bookshelves. Most of the book titles are in a language indecipherable to you, while those of others writhe at your gaze. In the center of the room, there is a huge desk, crafted of a dark, heavy wood you do not recognize. The chair behind the desk is large and overstuffed, and looks to all the world as if it has been recently vacated.On the desk you see a book. It is entitled "Poetry of the DarkSaint", in silver, and bound in black leather. You recognize this as the title of your host. Seeing no one around, and remembering the admonishment to make yourself at home, you sit in the chair, and turn to the Table of Contents:
At the very bottom of the Table, is a small note:
This last was written by my SheildMate, Lady Donna Carole. We are as one in mind, heart and spirit.
When you have finished reading, you set the book down, and sit back to soak it all in.
(What are you thinking? Please, drop me a line, and tell me.)
