For Pandora

[sonofpellinore]

Lamorak, while not quite well, is finally fed up enough being still that cabin fever has set in. So he convinces himself that it's a good idea to go retrieve his sword. He leaves a note in his room, should Percy or Dinadan stop by, saying not to worry, he's gone out, but he's being very careful. He doesn't know much about vampire lore, but he

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[pandora_antioch]

Pandora kept his sword and shield safe - and well tended to. They are safely stowed in her room, in a place where people will not access them. Clean, furbished, with care that is now getting close to expertise with the training Celebrimbor gave her, Lamorak's gear is waiting to be returned to its rightful owner.

She's been trying to find a way to contact him - and since this seems to be the time, she will be on the way, closer to the Mansion than to Peredur's home.

"You need not fear me, tonight." Her voice is very gentle, very quiet.

[sonofpellinore]

His shoulders go tense, but he wills them relaxed a moment later. "Oh?" he asks, quiet. His hand rests lightly on the knife, but he doesn't draw it.

[pandora_antioch]

She does not move any closer to him, her voice still quiet and sober - she's used to keeping a low level, since the elves have heightened senses.

"I would not..." she pauses. "The beast which attacked you is not here."

It is quiet, so deathly quiet.

[sonofpellinore]

"Keep talking, m'lady."