Meshnel turned to leave, but felt very sharp fingernails digging into his shoulder. He turned around to find Andrea staring at him, her eyes blood red. "Meshnel... Where is my demon essence?" she asked is the sweetest voice one could imagine, the tone itself filled even Meshnel with a small amount of dread.
Meshnel blanched slightly. "Listen, I need you to find Feanaro and talk to him. I need to meditate on recent developments."
"He's in the camp... now... tell me... what exactly... happened... to MY demon essence."
"I can't exactly tell you, that's what I'm trying to meditate on."
Andrea paused for a moment, trying to decide between slahing the mans face or incinerating everything within 20 yards of herself. She took the latter option as this wouldn't kill him, only give him the scent of smoke for a few hours. Which explained the odd odour as the two of them walked back into the camp they'd set up.
"Temper temper..." Meshnel mumbled to himself, taking a seat on top of the carriage as he began to think. It was going to be a long, painful day......
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