A Tale of Luc (Part. 1) by William Quinn  (Page 2 of 3)  (2
ratings) Rate this Story (5 best)   I'd appreciate it if you
didn't die tonight. I'm still not sure what effect it would have
on me." "Selfish bastard, always thinking about yourself."  Luc
unfettered his horse, mounted, and set off at a brisk trot.
Still listening for the sounds of the dogs, his hand quested
through his saddle bags, searching. "Is Chame still in town?"
"Last I checked he was sleeping at The Grey Goose." "Would you
kindly let him know he needs to move his ass?" Finding what he
was looking for, Luc pulled a pouch out of his saddle bag. He
opened it and began sprinkling it's contents behind him. "That's
a waste of good pepper if you ask me." The pixie watched for a
moment, nodded to itself, then spoke again. "I'll inform Master
Chame that you shall be arriving in a hurry and are requesting
to leave quickly." "That isn't what I said faerie." "I obey the
spirit, if not the letter, and I'm a pixie." "I'm aware of that;
I was referring to