<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24600.msg960258#msg960258">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 25-11-2008, 18:10:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Quietly approaching the cave door, he crouched low and out of sight.  Fidgeting with his pouch, he retrieved his thieves' tools and, looking over his shoulder, whispered:   "Trap."  He looked overhead to see exactly what the device was for, then set about disabling it.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Ran pelts down through the canopy of mist as Draque works.  It makes delicate going even worse.  Raindrops like the heads of nails against his wrist as he brackets the wire in place.  Raindrops flicking his fingers as he fastens the counterbalance to the quivering gutline.  Rain a greasy sheet over the skin of his face and rain sliding its fingernails into his eyes and mouth.  Rain pounding on his back, a bully playing at shoving him off of the steep slope - rain pounding everywhere.<br/><br/>Over its droning roar, he hears a sound from inside the cave's choked throat:  A panting sound, light and feminine.<br/><br/>The gutline is unstable with rain as Draque prepares to snip it.  It dips as drops course down it, swell fat and fall.  A final glance back to the counterbalance and the bracket, and Draque slices the corded line.<br/><br/>Rain roars on.<br/><br/>The trap is quieted.<br/><br/>A short cry rises and dies from the flood of panting within the cave.</span>