OOM: To the labyrinth with Bossuet

[cook_the_rude]

At the top of a hill, there is a door, set into the hill-face.

The lake is shimmering in the distance, and the Scottish summer is in full effect.

But the door in the hillside might still be considered boding.

"Not making any Dante puns," Dr. Lecter declares, gesturing to the door invitingly.

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[cook_the_rude]

"I promise that I will," Dr. Lecter says, returning the bow, his lance held straight.


[[OOC: Fade here?]]

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Excellent. And now--I think I shall go and tilt at windmills!" He's armed for it, after all. He ambles out of the library and off into the halls.

((Sound good. Thanks so much for the fun thread! :D))