In TheGothHouse@yahoogroups.com, Winter <bridgewalker@e...> wrote:
>I turned to the Ravenlord, "How do I know that I might not set foot
off the train and vanish into some sort of limbo? Chance would
probably be protected by her power or skill or curse or whatever
you want to call it."

Then, In TheGothHouse@yahoogroups.com, bitogoth@a... wrote:
>Chance paused a moment and turned her eyes to the RavenLord as she
continued, "Friends are rare in any World, especially for those who
travel Between."
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The Ravenlord regarded them in silence. He lifted the orchid goblet
to his lips and, slowly, drained the last of his drink. As the final
drop passed into his mouth, the living vessel wilted, then cracked,
then crumbled away into dust. The Ravenlord rose from the barstool
and he turned his singular, burning eye on Winter. Winter felt the
Ravenlord's voice form in his mind.

*You must weigh if the price you might pay is worth the truth
you gain ... It is not for me to answer ... I can tell you this ...
If Chance had not smiled upon you with favor, I would have gone with
you, and gladly ... But she has, and I have another path to
travel ...*

Then the Ravenlord turned to Chance, and she felt the voice.

*Indeed, a friend is a rare and precious thing for those such as
we ... To be sure, it is not familiar in Nightmare ...*

The Ravenlord shook his head, slowly, as he continued:

*So much has changed since I came here ...*


Poe