Snippet #2003917

Adam:
He did not reply to Elena before she left, being so absorbed in his own mind and work, he'd hardly even heard her.

"I hear you Tommy, you should have saved some goose." He said this very dreamily and it might not have even been audible to Tommy, and he did not adress the other problems mentioned, ignoring them in favor of his art. His charcoal continued to dance across the paved roof and he did not move from his position, crouched over the half-finished drawing of the Demon that had come from the fog visions. It's gaping teeth and wide eyes were all too realistically drawn.

Elizaveta:
She shook her head "I won't eat that." The fog had put it there she was sure, perhaps if one were to eat the food it would only further ensare them in the town. And Elizaveta did not want to stay. She turned around and stood on her guard, and the moment she did so there was Elena walking into one of the aisles. She breathed an opscenity in Russian "Chert!" before turning to the group and pointing at Elena "She is a stranger, No? Is dangerous...?" Elizaveta was not about to trust someone who she had never met before, especially in Glenshire.