ed approvingly at his brother's kind action; then suddenly with a twinge of sadness, remembered Arlen. There was one place he was su

e of the few shops in the town. Once he had purchased what he was looking for (or

one winged goddess Micro, Farrell entered the main bo

is, a depiction of a young six-winged boy with long flowi

rpowering smell of the incense that bu

aid lifting his h

trying to clear away the stuffy smell of

ing and facing Farrell. He immediately made

perfume' Arl

l anything but th

ed him. 'Better than the cheap toilet water you're

it's a bad thing'

sting. Those women aren't from around here. Who kn

berately, changing the subje

had been carrying, and hel

ak' Farrell

n see

ly detailed patterns and swirls. It looked very expensi

rrell went on. 'So I thought I'd buy you a

he material. 'Thank you. It was really

aid. 'You're my broth

rell, sweeping it over his sh

ook?' he as

d?' Farrell grinne

' Arlen replied

ce that you missed the fight the other day. I can't keep

ing his head. 'I just...I

ell nodded. '

because you pay them' Arlen said,

ho

es' Arlen

f the night' Farrell answered.

m what they are' Arle

gether. 'I had better be on my way. I nee

mple, heading home again. Along the way h

he struggled to keep up with the sold

respectfully as he turned back to

at was a short time ago now, and I should have done it sooner..

said, 'and thank you fo

ust one more thing' the Duke went on, as Farrell turned bac

estioned. 'I didn't kn

he years I have cared greatly for each, but my daughter...she is something special. Of all the ch

so many sons a blessi

kes its toll. I have become somewhat protective of her. I've

ll nodded. 'I perhap