WoFCT: Chapter 2
“What makes you think she didn’t run off with Prince Eric?” I asked, referencing a popular movie about a little red headed mermaid. The mouse people had no idea how wrong they got it. We were now seated in my “office.” It was a sound proof room, probably no bigger than a jail cell above the bar. It contained a desk, a file cabinet and two chairs, mine and the client’s. A couple of pieces of “art” were on the walls. They were found in my great - uncle’s basement under the bar. I had inherited all of it, much to my surprise not knowing I had had a great - uncle Thaddeus Blackwood. The art wasn’t much, oil paintings, a simple gothic castle, a beach scene at sunset, and an image of a fox hunt, except the foxes had been replaced by wolves. The art was all signed I.R. a set of initials I was not familiar with. I noticed Thaloran’s eyes dance among the art. It lingered a little longer on the beach scene, and would be something all my clients would do. Like the scene that spoke to them wo...
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