Author’s Notes: This is sort of an interlude, but it’s shorter than the last one I wrote.
Thoughts raced inside Ravenstrike’s head as he tried to configure a plan to get rid of his former friends. Here, on the silence of Groiorg, he was finding it quite easy to come up with interesting ideas, one consisiting of, strangely, tachs and Onderonian ale. He was having fun with his wild ideas. Little did he know, he was slowly losing his sanity bits at a time. Only time would tell how long this period of no fighting would last. For now, his former friends had better enjoy the sweet silence, for it would be over in a few months…
Ohhhhhhhh weeeeeeeeeeeee, this is the shortest fanfic i ever saw!!!!
Good story.
silence…