[RPG] [BT] [LDB] Filin: The daemon prison.

[Vin]

            *"So you are here again!" *Naekor asked, as he gestured a mug of
water to the other *"What news to you bring this time?"*.

*Still rubbing his thumb over the face of his right palm, Filin sat in the
corner thinking about something which stirred. He fell to himself, as he
felt the sting at the depth of its pinnacle.*

**Saying *'no'* by gesturing his hands, "*Do you know, why I am
here?"*asked Filin with a rigid quill on his face.

             *"You were captured by the daemon lords, so that you wouldn't
have the chanc…"*

             *"My name is Tom"* interrupted Filin, as he felt a sudden
thought followed him to his mind *"It's my favourite….music by the bards
name starting from H".*

Naekor pulls back the mug of water *"How does, that has to do something with
your capture?" *and drinks about a quarter of its contents.

*            "It's the irony of my situation" *replies Filin, who closed his
eyes with the same. *"My previous profession was…quite the opposite of what
I do now. I was the best in the trade, until I realised that I was doing it
all wrong."*

*            "The bard strings around 'My name is Tom' as a part of the
life, where fate takes one part of the life and other part has to be
repaid....eventually".*

*Picking up an imaginary number of pebbles from the ground, Filin tossed it
to the side as a measure of count 'A pebble for a second'. When he was sure
that he reached a count of about a hundred and twenty two, Filin clutched
his hands and sat in utter silence as the sound of the a lady echoed through
his mind.*

*            "The best way to win a game is...just not to play at all. Irony
!".*
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