The Prince of Rats Ninus opened the door, smiling to see Kouri there. "No flowers but thine face and with coins in hand. Ah, my fox, such grand work you have done." he said. Cricet looked less than amused, though she was calm now that she was in a place she knew. She rubbed against Ninus' leg but headed inside to settle down. She had enough adventure for the day. Ninus held the door open for Kouri, stepping aside to let her in and closing the door behind her. The vial he had purposefully made to be delicate. If he had wanted to, he could have chosen a thicker glass but the vial had served its purpose. It was usually the sort used to contain gaseous poison, so one could fit it to the head of an arrow, or throw it, and have the poison deployed at a safe distance. To fill it with such a heavy liquid had been a risk indeed, but a risk that paid off. Another was settled in Ninus' apartment, a ragged woman who looked like a beggar, and had bruises over her face, neck, and arms. "Come, and meet thine ethereal saviour. A fox, a flower, one knows not which to call her...for beauty and wits meet happily in this one." Ninus told the bruised woman. She stood and walked over to Kouri and Ninus, a weak smile on her face. "Speak, my ghost, tell us what has happened." Ninus said eagerly, pulling a chair over for Kouri. A perhaps futile gesture, but one he did with a flourish. |