Sable Skwigelf, nee. Harris (ex_sable973) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-08-23 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | judah low, sable harris, soren skwigelf |
WHO: Sable Harris, Judah Low, and Soren Skwigelf
WHAT: A couple of crazy kids with some crazy ideas
WHERE: Behind Judah's workshop, a few doors down from the Sign of the Weasel
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: None yet? teh seXXingz.
Sable was waiting when Soren arrived at her shop. Leaving someone else to watch the place for a while, she led her "cousin" out the back door to the little square courtyard behind the place, then through the tunnel formed by thick bushes that led from her courtyard to Judah's several houses away. It was a bit of a trek to go that far bent double and in near darkness, but Sable seemed to know the way well, and tugged Soren along behind her.
They emerged into a courtyard identical in size to Sable's, but filled with far more STUFF. It was piled with junk, mostly what looked like machine parts, but also an ample supply of chopped wood, a few bags of sand and clay, a workbench, a cabinet for storing tools, and in the far corner, a squat little stone oven to melt metals in.
And behind the workbench, a tall, thin man dressed in leather and silk, chiseling away at a block of wood with a pair of ornate brass goggles over his eyes.
"Judah!" Sable called out when they arrived. The somaturge looked up and smiled.
"Sable! Soren! What brings you two back here tonight?"