It was Emmet who, peeping nervously round from behind Madi’s defensive stance, broke the party’s deadlocked thoughts. “I, Sir Emmet, a brave knight of the realm, handsome to boot, will sacrifice myself by covering the group’s rear from danger allowing others to press on towards our goal.”
Madi, touched by Emmet’s offer, approached the knight and gave him a reassuring hug whispering tenderly through her macho dangling moustache, “Yes pet, I wouldn’t want you in danger at the front. I’d never forgive myself.”
Then Madi turned her attention to the whole group and raised an arm. “ We’re going in... Follow me.”
But the advance was only short lived, for no sooner had Madi and a few others entered the hallway when a gnarled hunchbacked maid stepped out from the shadows to confront the party.
“Hoy you lot, where do you think you are going? This is private, so clear off!”
Madi noticed the badge on the the maid’s arm and went over to show her own. “You are a fellow member of the cleaners’ guild. Pleased to meet you. We’re not here to cause trouble, just to collect a bit of ash.”
The woman’s face fell almost doing herself a mischief. “I was beautiful like you once,” she admitted sorrowfully, “But then I became addicted to the ash... I’ve tried to come off it, but now I have to take it just to live. If you are determined though, I have a drawer full over here.”