"Oh....she IS is she?"<br/>Borghast sat forward in his chair, one elbow resting on his knee to allow him to prop his chin in the palm of his hand, while the other idly stroked one of his hunting dogs.<br/>Staring into the fire in front of him, he never looked directly at the shrouded figure at his side, instead he listened to it's quiet voice and took note of every word.<br/><br/>The day had indeed improved.<br/>The Prince had 'persuaded' the Royal Physicion, that the herbal drink, he had himself acquired, at great personal expence, would be most efficacious for his dear ailing father.<br/><br/>The tax collecters had brought an extra healthy chest of coin with them and several new 'serving girls', which were being scrubbed and prepared for his bed at that very moment.<br/><br/>And now<em>this</em>little nugget seemed to be just the news he needed....<br/>The robed figure continued to speak, Borghast only nodding now and then, his gaze still fixed upon the flames, to show that he understood, waiting patiently before speaking.<br/><br/>"And what of the Mage...they have prepared our 'little' trap?"<br/>Borghast's smile widened as he heard the answer.<br/><br/>Standing up, her turned from the fire, warming his hands behind his back.<br/>"Perfect! Then I will notify the huntsmen that I wish to hunt in two days time....."<br/><br/>Grinning he brought his hands back round so that he could rub them together.<br/>"I wasn't intending to be the baite, but why in Hel's name not.....It will be fun being back in the thick of it again..."<br/>