Salmo, Satis Orbis
Year: 4998
In Aule's room the two girls made themselves comfortable; Daphne sitting cross-legged on the bed and Aule leaning against the wall with folded arms.
"Why are you looking for him?" Aule asked in a low voice.
"Why are you?" Daphne countered.
She could play that game too and was not about to be made the victim of this situation.
"Revenge," Aule answered bluntly.
"Ahhh...I should have guessed that."
Aule rolled her eyes and pushed herself away from the wall, walking across the room to the banging shutters and securing them tighter.
"Now it is your turn," she said.
"Well," Daphne began, sighing. "In simple words, he stole something that does not belong to him."
Aule could see that Daphne did not mean to divulge anymore information on the matter and neither did she, so the conversation ended there with each girl retreated into their own minds. It was clear to Aule that now she would have no hope of shaking off the Human for they were in search of the same person. This fact made her quite miserable and for a small ounce of time, she contemplated giving up on her quest. But then she remembered why she had started it in the first place and the anger began to boil inside of her once more.
Daphne on the other hand was going over what the Inn Keeper had said. So Hammond had rented a room? That was good. But which room? The Inn Keeper would not say. That was bad. How would they find out which room was his? Either they could do it the easy way and just knock on every door, or they could do it the hard way and scale each wall on the outside and look through every window while in a hale storm. Either way did not sound appealing to Daphne.
"Room 47," Aule suddenly whispered.
"What about it?" Daphne whispered back.
Aule tiptoed over to the door and placed one ear on the smooth wood, listening carefully.
"Someone has gone into it."
"How do you know?" Daphne asked.
Aule rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, turning her head slightly to look at Daphne in an exasperated manner.
"I just know."
Daphne raised both hands and shrugged her shoulders in a gesture that she meant no offense and got off the bed, joining Aule at the door.
"Who do you think it is?" she asked quietly.
"How should I know?"
"Oh I'm sorry! I just thought you knew everything!" Daphne whispered harshly.
Aule rolled her eyes again and listened closer for anymore movement. None.
"Quick, we must hurry to your room," Aule ordered, ushering Daphne out the door and closing it lightly behind them.
The two girls snuck quietly into Daphne's room without making a sound other than the soft click of door knob. They tiptoed over to the right hand wall and both of them put one ear up against it, not even daring to breath. There was a small scuffling sound coming from room 47 and although it was obvious that there was in fact someone in the room it still remained to be seen who it actually was.
"Why are we even doing this?" Daphne whispered, her eyebrows raised at Aule in question.
Aule gave her another steely look and Daphne did not pursue the matter, assuming that her unpleasant companion had a good reason.
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