A meeting with a pigeon

Nicollette Winterhaven · Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 1:09 am Post subject: A meeting with a pigeon

~ strolls into the tavern, heading straight for the bar she settles onto a stool, Her clothes are those of a typical dock worker, her hair short and pulled back, now the color of coal dust instead of its usual blonde. She scans the room for "Hilda". Spotting her she motions her over~
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Trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing,
Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath,
Trust is the color of death.

Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark,
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the sound of death.

Brandi Mordecai · Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 1:42 am Post subject:

Hilda moved over towards Nicollette, not even recognizing her. So, she resumed her usual greet.

"What can I get for you?"

She had a cloth in one hand, absently wiping the bar counter.
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Nicollette Winterhaven · Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 6:24 pm Post subject:

~ leans in over the bar a little~

Red wine, from the dark bottle at the back of the bar.

~ places a gold coin with the Baron's blue rose enamled on the face and a note on the bar in front of her. The note reads as follows~

" The glass next to the dark bottle contains a hollow base, place your information on teh back of this note and put it inside teh glass. I will contact you again later.

Nicollette"
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Trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing,
Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath,
Trust is the color of death.

Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark,
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the sound of death.

Brandi Mordecai · Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:38 pm Post subject:

Hilda took the note, then nodded to her request of red wine. She reached for the dark bottle at the back of the bar, then the glass next to it. Quickly, she wrote on the back of the note,

'I'll be stationed at the Keep, at Duke Leto's request. I've led him to believe I am his lover. There will also be a competition run by Leto. The information is attached.'

And she took a flyer, folded it up with the note, then placed it inside the glass with the hollow base. She handed the bottle and the glass to Nicollette, slipping the gold coin in her pocket.

"Enjoy."
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Nicollette Winterhaven · Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 2:00 pm Post subject:

~ nods, sipping at the wine causlly, her hands moving so swiftly that the human eye can not follow she palms the note from the glass's base.

Finishing her drink she steps away from teh bar and fades back into the crowd, disappearing from the room~
_________________
Trust is the color of a heart’s blood flowing,
Trust is the color of a soul’s last breath,
Trust is the color of death.

Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark,
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the sound of death.