Borak watched as the rat turned tail and fled. It had sat there for quite some time, almost as if watching them with those dead grey eyes. He had noticed it shortly before the fight began. He had been curious, since it was the only rat he had yet seen inside the guild. Watching it from the corner of his eye, he had been surprised by its movements; it had turned back and forth from Galladrin to Coragan as each one spoke. It had seemed to be listening. He shivered. What a disturbing idea, he thought.
“Well, Borak, don’t you think he was a little rude?” Coragan asked.
Borak turned, met the bounty hunter’s eyes, then shrugged. It was their fight. He did not want to get involved. He turned his gaze back to the stars. He had found long ago that the day to day problems of men were of little interest to him and rarely worthy of comment. If people just kept their hearts and tongues in line, he was certain they could get along. A good battle and a night sky; that’s what life was about. That was the problem with both men; they didn’t know what was really important. They ran into problems and then let them build, until all they could do was burst.
He glanced once as Coragan pushed back his chair and bowed his head in thought. Yes, it was his problem. He would have to deal with it.
Borak turned back to the window and sniffed the air. The wind had changed direction and carried the scent of pine from the north, its temperature dropping by the minute. He took a last glance at the sparkling sky, then shut the window on the growing cold.
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