Claire showed up early for her first day at the Divine Leaf. Having a summer job seemed normal enough. Claire was so okay with that.

( Today's Specials )

Mornings and evenings were the best times for a ride. There was less direct sun to bother Vlad and less oppressive heat to bother his horse ( Read more... )

The bar is covered with wee blue men. Though there's a sizable crowd of them on the stage singing a never ending song.

It's possible they're actually there to be... "helpful".

Isaac the NPC bartender looks a little frazzled.

Tip well.

The cover of darkness was serving him well. Yes, there was a ferry that ran to the town, but such things ran on scheduals, and thus were easily targeted. He could not let anything interfear with his arrival in Millieux. His mission was far too vital. Instead, he took the less direct route, slogging his way through the swamp, heedless of the dangers ( Read more... )

Anya shows up to open the Divine Leaf, hoping that she won't have another run-in with Nadia.

As she writes up the specials, she can't help but think of the odd dream she had about Thelma a few nights ago.

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Elena stepped off the ferry and looked around. This looked like a good place to start her new life. She still couldn't quite believe she had actually left Stonehaven, but it was something that she had to do. She had never considered teaching before she saw the posting for this job, but it was her ticket to a life of her own, a life without Clay, a ( Read more... )

There's a casket at the head of the chapel for those who would like to come forward and view the body.

Cadfael stands off to the side chanting in Latin.

psalmus David iudica me Deus et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me ( Read more... )

The Worship Center had bells of course, they'd just never been used. But the groundskeeper explaned to Cadfael that the Sheriff had called with news about a missing girl and wanting to get everybody gathered in one place and could he help him find where to ring the bells?

DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG

My goodness. These are very fine bells.

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Papa Midnite did not sigh. But, he did take an extra long drag on his cigar as he perused his inventory list.

He knew his insurance didn't cover acts of God, but he wondered where little blue men fit into that clause.

Ah, well.

I'm sittin' in the window of a street cafe ( Read more... )

Thelma was sitting on a swing, going back and forth, her legs idly kicking as she moved. It wasn't the most involved way to spend the day, but it was nice to be outside, feeling the wind on her face and all that.

She wouldn't mind a bit of company, really.

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