>"I am sure it doesn't compare to some of the things you have seen," she
>said, casually.

>"What?!" he exclaimed.

>"As a bard, I saw many kinds of people, as a healer, I saw even more, and I
>know how to recognize a thief when I meet one.  They send out an aura of
>certain emotions.  Now, if you would kindly return my knife?" Raissa asked.

"This knife?  Oh I was just looking at it, admiring the workmanship of it.
You said that your father is a landowner up north.  Must be pretty exciting
up there."  He hastily tried to make small talk after getting caught.  <Man,
I must be losing my touch.>

Raissa looked at Kehan speculatively.  She knew something, but her face
wasn't betraying what she was thinking.  Kehan studied her face for the
briefest of seconds.  He had always been somewhat a judge on what the other
person was thinking and all he could get out of Raissa was that she knew
something.  <I hope she doesn't know where I came from!  Maybe my father
pirated from their family a while back.>

Raissa turned to get up and just smiled to him.  

"No Kehan, they didn't."

"What?  I didn't say anything.  How....er...what...um....."  His mind was
befuddled and could hardly talk.

"I just hope that you get that speech problem fixed before you meet Kendra,"
Raissa said as she turned, gave him a friendly wink and walked upstairs.

<nrpg tag Amy, good enough for you? *wink*>



Submitted for your reading pleasure,

Kahn Krug (K'han and Jade)


	"Therefore with the same necessity with which the stone falls to the earth,
the hungry wolf buries it's fangs in the flesh of it's prey, without the
possibility of the knowledge that it itself is the destroyed as well as the
destroyer."
	-Schopenheuer