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.

Comments

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"And I hope your aim is always true! But I've gone out looking for food I knew would be terrible, from sheer sentimental attachment to a place--have you never? So charitably, I like to think the Quality Burger is dear to someone's heart."

Well. All right. Bossuet adds the map book to his heap and hefts his lance again. "Tell me what you think I owe you, and I'll try to invent a currency?"

[cook_the_rude]

"I was very entertained on a slightly dull day," Dr. Lecter says. "That is worth a few old books."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Lesgle sketches a bow as best he can with a lance and an armful of books. "The soul of generosity, unless I'm better company than I thought. Thank you, sir, for a remarkable afternoon. And do let me know if you're ever finding the place dull again?"

[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))