Clara wallowed in despair. Her predicament was getting worse and worse. Eventually, she turned her attention back to the young man. He hadn’t moved ...at all, and his expression hadn’t changed. Clara now realised that he was trembling. He was obviously of western descent. He had a nice face, not quite boyish, not quite butch, but in a nice middleground, with a solid set of eyebrows that somehow made his eyes seem more commanding. He had a fairly thick five o’clock shadow, like he was normally. He stabbed the gnoll in the arm. The Gnoll shook violently looked at Fellfallow in confusion and collapsed. “Draught…” Mumbled the poisoner as he desperately dipped the blade back into the jug.Back on his hillock surrounded by four gnolls the boy began his third song, it was in another language and very strange to FellFallows ears. “Third verse!” Wheezed the poisoner “Third verse or nothing, you damned mother lovers!”“Third verse!” Unseen society members took up the call down the line as more. ’ ‘You need more than that,’ the shadowy woman replied. ‘Unfortunately, it’s too late. The die has been cast. I see about you the pall of a doom. I also see, however, that if you are lucky you may be able to survive it, to ride out its duration. If you are lucky, and if you learn.’ ‘What do you mean, ‘a doom’? What kind of doom? And what do you mean by ‘its duration’? All I know is…’ ‘All you know,’ my seeress interrupted, ‘is that you have been visited with occult afflictions. I don’t know the. But her creamy white skin was flawless and what her body lacked in blatant curves, it made up for in firm, sleek lines.Jared rose and took her into his arms. He noted that she was wearing her two-inch heals, the highest she owned. This made her slightly taller than he as they were virtually identical in height. He kissed her on the lips, gently but with feeling. He felt tension in her body.Releasing her, Jared picked up a small overnight bag. "Ready to go?" As ready as I'll ever be. What's in.