Isa's Story (I)
Riff found himself clinging to the side of the manshion once again as he fallowed the young Earl across the thin slippery edge high above.
"Lord Cain, couldn't we just use the door?" Riff asked as he regained his footing after almost falling for the x-th time.
"I tried that." Cair said continuing on with ease, "It was locked. Besides, where's your since of adventure?"
"Inside." Riff said, "Having tea with common since."
Cain laughed and swung into the open window of the room. Riff fallowed looking pale.
"My Lord, please stop locking your bed room door."