Post by Margaret Rosier on Aug 19, 2013 23:37:35 GMT -5
“Iced caramel macchiato please. And a glass of water”
Maggie’s voice to the server was pleasant and accompanied by a kind smile. The wizard smiled back and stepped off to complete her order. To any of the many passerby the witch was just there to spend a pleasant early afternoon at a crowded coffee shop. Her robes were casual, legs crossed under the table in a relaxed manner, and a content look on her face. Nothing about the Huntress betrayed her true purposes for such a leisurely afternoon. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd which moved between the stores in front of her. One witch was purchasing a new owl from a store while another shopped for groceries. There was no sight yet of her flame haired prey.
In her hands was a romance novel with a hunky wizard strutting on the cover trying to get Maggie’s attention. Though the book was resting open in her hands as if she was reading, her eyes never touched the words on the page. Even when the waiter returned with her drinks Maggie barely broke eye contact with the crowds around her to accept them.
Any minute now. Any minute Ilmar Hawkins was going to come stumbling up in some moronic way. Margaret was sure of it, because she had what he wanted. And after connecting a few dots, she knew he had access to what she wanted. The letter she had sent him that morning detailed that very fact, and she knew in her gut he would have to say something about it. That man always had to have the last word.
The thought of getting to torment Ilmar brought a smug smile to Maggie’s face, and she sipped at her drink. Here, in the middle of this crowded street of Drakborough at a corner coffee shop they would finally bring this ridiculous hunt to an end. All she had to do was wait.
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Maggie’s voice to the server was pleasant and accompanied by a kind smile. The wizard smiled back and stepped off to complete her order. To any of the many passerby the witch was just there to spend a pleasant early afternoon at a crowded coffee shop. Her robes were casual, legs crossed under the table in a relaxed manner, and a content look on her face. Nothing about the Huntress betrayed her true purposes for such a leisurely afternoon. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd which moved between the stores in front of her. One witch was purchasing a new owl from a store while another shopped for groceries. There was no sight yet of her flame haired prey.
In her hands was a romance novel with a hunky wizard strutting on the cover trying to get Maggie’s attention. Though the book was resting open in her hands as if she was reading, her eyes never touched the words on the page. Even when the waiter returned with her drinks Maggie barely broke eye contact with the crowds around her to accept them.
Any minute now. Any minute Ilmar Hawkins was going to come stumbling up in some moronic way. Margaret was sure of it, because she had what he wanted. And after connecting a few dots, she knew he had access to what she wanted. The letter she had sent him that morning detailed that very fact, and she knew in her gut he would have to say something about it. That man always had to have the last word.
The thought of getting to torment Ilmar brought a smug smile to Maggie’s face, and she sipped at her drink. Here, in the middle of this crowded street of Drakborough at a corner coffee shop they would finally bring this ridiculous hunt to an end. All she had to do was wait.
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Ilmar,
Meet me at 2pm at the coffee shop near Town Hall. If you value the life of your brother, you will bring Roan with you. Bring her in quietly, and I’ll return him to you.
-Maggie
Meet me at 2pm at the coffee shop near Town Hall. If you value the life of your brother, you will bring Roan with you. Bring her in quietly, and I’ll return him to you.
-Maggie