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When the student is ready, the teacher will appear, let the true spirit of Gnosis be your guide.
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Welcome to the Book of Quotes!
These quotes have been taken from the people of the realms over time. A wide variety of people have contributed to make this book happen, and in doing so, have had their name printed into a book, with their quote, and will now live on forever in these realms. But it's not too late for you. You can also contribute, and add to the many people who already have. If you wish to have yourself documented in the fashion that the following people have, please contact Mielikki (via note), and list your quote and how you would like your name to be written.
Enjoy the book!
Mielikki, Lady of the Forest
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"Us crazy people are the scapegoats to the world..because anything have enough common sense to deny it." -Samoth, One CRAZY Mutha!
"oaifhaignoiaen fioa enagi rowngwe!" "Find the truth of that, each his own as it has always been, and always will be." -Louie, The Finally gave a Quote, Guy
"Tis better to be fuzzy than not to be fuzzy at all." -Burro the Fuzzy
"Have you ever seen a man explode? Good. I didn't think so. Let this be your first lesson. Don't make Mystra mad." -Morus Lo Siew to his disciple.
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"When will wizards ever learn? If you don't respect the magic you wield it will destroy you." -Gromph Baenre to Liriel Baenre
"Magic is the ultimate tool. The ultimate art. The everlasting beauty. Then why child would you want to use it to level a city?" -Storm Silverhand to Daet'Be
"Que sera sera - Shit Happens." -Epsilon Moonshade
"It has long been known that one horse can run faster than another - but which one? Differences are crucial." -Lazarus Long, stated by Torm the True
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"I would expect nothing less from Strifers than to piss on the graves of both their enemies... and their allies."
"It is often the mistake that ones overreaction to a crisis is mistake for heroism."
"From wandering the deserts I have realised that we all are specks of sand being blow through the dunes of life."
"Underestimating a foe can be the first mistake in battle... the second is fighting him."
"A leader doesn't make a clan strong, its members do."
-Lasher the Mechanical Sage
-Jafar Khet the Desert Nomand
"The cup is neither half empty nor half full. there is nothing in it because I was thirsty. Yummy."
- Mellenium the AnGeL of SaRcAsM
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"Lover by Day, Killer by Night..." -Lightfoot
"I say when it comes to loyalty, platinum is thicker than blood." -Mikey
"If you forget the past, you have no chance of a future." -Eznor, the Shadow Historian
"Vampires may be Undead, but not Unperson." -Dedric Shadewulf, Leader of the House of Communications
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"Chance favors the prepared Mind" "It is better to be called a fool then speak up and be proven one" -Sylvaniana Tarinanya, Great Wizard of Mystra
"grrrrrrrrrr *snarl*"
"Life is too important to be taken seriously" -Cheyenne, Church of Celestia and Order of the Black Rose
"Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely" -Trelane, the Seeker of All
"Moo""Mankind could hold the universe in the palm of its hand, If only it could learn to unclentch it"
"..."' -Nanaki
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"There is a line between truth and reality, one must find where each is before you can understand yourself."
-Kwirl Karphys
"These tights don't have pockets, So I guess I am just happy to see you!" -Toxicosysis, superElf!!!!!
"To be is to see where the world might not be. For magic is the key to all Mysteries." -Mystra, Lady of Mysteries
"Even if Our Lady Has Left Us, It Does Not Deny Us The Right To Defend Her Every Belief" -Mutt, Eight Rank Of The Church Of Celestia, The Arm Of The Panther, "There Is Still A Ray Of Hope."
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"Life is short, then you die, so live it to the fullest." -Castral
"Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die. -Wyatt
"No Eternal Reward can forgive us now for wasting the Dawn!"
"Never underestimate the power of human stupidity!"
"We don't see things the way they are, we see things the way WE are."
"The first man to raise a fist is the man who ran out of ideas fastest." -Abduction Darkenheart
Devious and Desperate Beggars (1-2)
The woman had taken her leave and Velentham found himself staring up at the cottage as the hour grew late. The shadows beneath the trees were already rapidly growing darker and the fireflies came out en masse, reflecting in the grove what was on display high in the heavens. He looked down at the sound of footsteps - careless steps - and saw heading in his direction the same beggar with whom he had spoken not long ago. "Hello neighbor," he called, blowing out an exhale of smoke. He went through the sticks faster than any mortal he knew, and were he of their kind, they might have already killed him by now.
"Ah... hello again."
"Finding your days well?"
"Well.. things could be better. But, I suppose they could be worse, too."
"How much worse could this place possibly be?"
"The way things are going lately? I'm not sure I want to know."
Velentham looked to the wrists of the man, desperately keeping his wretching at bay. How could Sanria honestly have enjoyed the company of this weak and pathetic human being? "Still haven't found a way to get those off, eh?"
"Whoever made them knew what they were doing."
Velentham slid from the tree and levitated toward Thasmudyan. "What keeps you from just... chopping off your hands and having someone regrow them for you?"
"They are.. a trap for life energy. I'm a bit concerned that if I were to just chop off my hands, the bracelets would draw the life energy out of me."
"And you couldn't, say, find someone able to put a shield around them to stop them from sucking you dry?" Though he could have, Velentham would not allow himself to bother offering.
"If I knew someone who could, I might be able to try that."
"And if you die?"
"So what? I've been dead before."
"Have you now?"
"Maybe I'd die for good if I died this time, because of these bracelets. I doubt it, though. My essence would just reform in the Lifestream and I'd be sent back here again."
This mention of the lifestream pricked the ears of Velentham and the plan in his mind began to slither about, each tongue flick a spark of thought. He set the man at ease, listening to his pathetic snivelings of how Sanria had gone and married Gilean, left him alone, left him to father a child by the half- naked woman on his own. Just the thought of the beggar touching flesh to flesh with Sanria made him riled, but he kept the man talking while the thoughts flicked into life.
"What is it you *do* exactly?" Velentham asked, turning the self-depreciating thoughts on the man. "Amble around looking like a beggar for your own fun and games?"
"Apparently I... take care of a kid now."
"You're a nanny!" Velentham grinned. "That's nice. You could be with the woman you love and having a family. You just... choose not to."
"How could I, exactly? She doesn't want to be with me."
"You get him out of the picture without her knowing about you getting him out of the picture."
"Maybe I'd be tempted... if I actually had a way to do that."
"I mean... quite possibly you could... say... take Gilean with you into that lifestream and stick him there? What if he just... couldn't get out in time?"
"But.. that would kill him. I can't kill people."
"The circumstance would just be... unfavorable. And... just like you and I... he can't die. But he wouldn't come back with any recollections..."
Velentham's mind raced with the possibility and he worked hard to keep the smile off his face, to keep his innermost thoughts hidden. If he could set the two mortals after the same man, one of them would have to succeed. Either way, Gilean would die, and he would be sent back to Elysium. Once there, the tribunal would send him back to Toril for being a traitor, his punishment exacted once more - to be a mortal with no recollection of his past lives. No recollection meant he wouldn't be in the way, he wouldn't remember Sanria, and Velentham could finally claim what he'd waited so long to call his own.
"A victory for us both," Velentham said, having explained Gilean's Celestial nature. "And you wouldn't have to kill anyone. Just... lead him into circumstances he'd have to resolve."
"So all I'd have to do is... get out of these bracelets.. find Gilean.. and take him to the lifestream and leave him there. And do all of this without Sanria knowing."
"Whether or not she knows... I'd handle making sure she'd never remember."
"This plan of yours... it has many potential points of failure."
"Only if you are weak. You see, this plan of "ours" is simple in its beauty. You have the power to lead Gilean to the lifestream, I have the power to make Sanria forget."
"But what if he escapes?"
"You catch your fly with honey... he won't escape because, you see, you'll need to make him realize it's his idea. When he willingly goes... he is not a prisoner. And if it is his idea, well, even if Sanria knows, she couldn't blame you. Gilean took a risk."
"This all sounds... well, I don't know. Like it's wrong, somehow. But if it gets Sanria back to me..."
"That's all that matters. There is nothing in your way but yourself."
Like a rose in the summer heat, the idea blossomed on the face of the beggar, albeit skeptically at first. Velentham could barely contain the flood of joy that tingled through his body and under his skin as the beggar walked away. He summoned to his side a pen and parchment and hastily wrote to the naked savage, warning her not to interfere in the placement of the pawn they both required to play out both of their desires. He would not only reward the savage with her original form, he would wipe out all memory of Sanria from both of them. The half-naked one would have her lover to herself, the beggar would remember nothing, his cousin would be relieved of every memory of Velentham and Sanria, and he would at long last pull into his arms the love of his life. If there were failure points in the plan, Velentham could not see them through the vision of the entire success he was convinced would soon be his.
Velentham walked close to the cottage and lit a cigarette. There, in the window, was the woman he loved. He kept himself in the shadows, only putting out his cigarette when she looked right at him. Were it not for the shadows, he would have been revealed to her completely. She closed the curtains and Velentham's grin broadened. Their destiny was inevitable.
"Ah... hello again."
"Finding your days well?"
"Well.. things could be better. But, I suppose they could be worse, too."
"How much worse could this place possibly be?"
"The way things are going lately? I'm not sure I want to know."
Velentham looked to the wrists of the man, desperately keeping his wretching at bay. How could Sanria honestly have enjoyed the company of this weak and pathetic human being? "Still haven't found a way to get those off, eh?"
"Whoever made them knew what they were doing."
Velentham slid from the tree and levitated toward Thasmudyan. "What keeps you from just... chopping off your hands and having someone regrow them for you?"
"They are.. a trap for life energy. I'm a bit concerned that if I were to just chop off my hands, the bracelets would draw the life energy out of me."
"And you couldn't, say, find someone able to put a shield around them to stop them from sucking you dry?" Though he could have, Velentham would not allow himself to bother offering.
"If I knew someone who could, I might be able to try that."
"And if you die?"
"So what? I've been dead before."
"Have you now?"
"Maybe I'd die for good if I died this time, because of these bracelets. I doubt it, though. My essence would just reform in the Lifestream and I'd be sent back here again."
This mention of the lifestream pricked the ears of Velentham and the plan in his mind began to slither about, each tongue flick a spark of thought. He set the man at ease, listening to his pathetic snivelings of how Sanria had gone and married Gilean, left him alone, left him to father a child by the half- naked woman on his own. Just the thought of the beggar touching flesh to flesh with Sanria made him riled, but he kept the man talking while the thoughts flicked into life.
"What is it you *do* exactly?" Velentham asked, turning the self-depreciating thoughts on the man. "Amble around looking like a beggar for your own fun and games?"
"Apparently I... take care of a kid now."
"You're a nanny!" Velentham grinned. "That's nice. You could be with the woman you love and having a family. You just... choose not to."
"How could I, exactly? She doesn't want to be with me."
"You get him out of the picture without her knowing about you getting him out of the picture."
"Maybe I'd be tempted... if I actually had a way to do that."
"I mean... quite possibly you could... say... take Gilean with you into that lifestream and stick him there? What if he just... couldn't get out in time?"
"But.. that would kill him. I can't kill people."
"The circumstance would just be... unfavorable. And... just like you and I... he can't die. But he wouldn't come back with any recollections..."
Velentham's mind raced with the possibility and he worked hard to keep the smile off his face, to keep his innermost thoughts hidden. If he could set the two mortals after the same man, one of them would have to succeed. Either way, Gilean would die, and he would be sent back to Elysium. Once there, the tribunal would send him back to Toril for being a traitor, his punishment exacted once more - to be a mortal with no recollection of his past lives. No recollection meant he wouldn't be in the way, he wouldn't remember Sanria, and Velentham could finally claim what he'd waited so long to call his own.
"A victory for us both," Velentham said, having explained Gilean's Celestial nature. "And you wouldn't have to kill anyone. Just... lead him into circumstances he'd have to resolve."
"So all I'd have to do is... get out of these bracelets.. find Gilean.. and take him to the lifestream and leave him there. And do all of this without Sanria knowing."
"Whether or not she knows... I'd handle making sure she'd never remember."
"This plan of yours... it has many potential points of failure."
"Only if you are weak. You see, this plan of "ours" is simple in its beauty. You have the power to lead Gilean to the lifestream, I have the power to make Sanria forget."
"But what if he escapes?"
"You catch your fly with honey... he won't escape because, you see, you'll need to make him realize it's his idea. When he willingly goes... he is not a prisoner. And if it is his idea, well, even if Sanria knows, she couldn't blame you. Gilean took a risk."
"This all sounds... well, I don't know. Like it's wrong, somehow. But if it gets Sanria back to me..."
"That's all that matters. There is nothing in your way but yourself."
Like a rose in the summer heat, the idea blossomed on the face of the beggar, albeit skeptically at first. Velentham could barely contain the flood of joy that tingled through his body and under his skin as the beggar walked away. He summoned to his side a pen and parchment and hastily wrote to the naked savage, warning her not to interfere in the placement of the pawn they both required to play out both of their desires. He would not only reward the savage with her original form, he would wipe out all memory of Sanria from both of them. The half-naked one would have her lover to herself, the beggar would remember nothing, his cousin would be relieved of every memory of Velentham and Sanria, and he would at long last pull into his arms the love of his life. If there were failure points in the plan, Velentham could not see them through the vision of the entire success he was convinced would soon be his.
Velentham walked close to the cottage and lit a cigarette. There, in the window, was the woman he loved. He kept himself in the shadows, only putting out his cigarette when she looked right at him. Were it not for the shadows, he would have been revealed to her completely. She closed the curtains and Velentham's grin broadened. Their destiny was inevitable.
Discussions in Gossamer Cigarette Threads (1-2)
Velentham stared down at the woman in the undergrowth. There was nothing left to the imagination, and her body, while pleasing, did not bring about the typical reaction. Mortal shells rarely ever did - after all - he did not long after Sanria for her body. It was the mind in that shell he sought and as he peered down at the woman that pierced the space between the undergrowth and the front door of the cottage, he felt he might have a willing participant in prying his cousin away from Sanria.
"Interesting view, is it not?" he spoke from his perch.
"Interesting it is. The smoker I presume?"
"Mmm. Picked up the habit in Heifong. Nasty, so I'm told." The woman turned her gaze back onto him as she spoke. "A lot of things are nasty. Better the devil you know." He couldn't disagree.
Velentham drifted down from the branches, his eyes on the cottage. "So tell me what brings you to spy on this little house."
"Spying is such a harsh word... I prefer observing."
"Semantics, dear lady. One in the same and who cares if it's harsh. Own what we are is what I say. Cigarette?"
They spoke and as the woman spoke, Velentham could already sense the direction she was heading. No different than any of the other chattel he dealt with on a daily basis in Heifong. They all wanted something, all were willing to kill to get it, all playing at a game which eventually they would lose. The difference with this one, was she was holding tightly to a secret beneath her skin. One his Celestial eyes could see without effort.
The mention of Thasmudyan seemed to rile her and Velentham gave no hint that the beggarly man disgusted him as well. Sniffing about his, Velentham's territory, like a dog. But the true shock came, not in the fact that this half naked woman was upset that the father of her child was lusting after his Sanria, but that she was looking for him. It was beyond delicious, this turn in events.
"I will reclaim my life," she said.
"And what life do you dispossess that drives you to a woman you hate and a man who I hate?"
"The one I was born with, and stripped of."
"Dark skinned one."
"You can see it!"
"It is rather simple to see if one only bothers to look," he smirked. "So you come here looking for that man's family to... what... return you to that darkness that roils within your soul asking to be set lose on your skin?"
"Pretty much, Yes."
"What do you suppose that is worth to you?"
"Everything."
"I see. I'll tell you what, dark one. I won't slay you. In fact, I'll ask you to do something quite simple. You get my cousin away from Sanria. You let me get within distance of her to take her to my home, and I'll grant your deepest desire."
"If I may be so bold to add one more condition to that..." With a nod from Velentham's head, she continued. "When she goes to your home... She must never return."
"My dear one - if I get her into my home, she'll remember none but me."
"Consider it a deal."
The conditions were struck... she could do what she wished so long as his Sanria was untouched and unharmed. Velentham vanished from view, but not from his spot. He smirked in silence as the woman spat out the words, "Damned arrogant bastard."
Velentham quietly levitated himself over the woman and closer to the cottage. He drifted to the back and felt his heart stop as he watched Sanria sitting by the edge of the stream, reading to the bastard boy. His breath held and his eyes closed. He encased himself in a bubble of magic and drifted closer. Had he wanted, he could have reached out, he could have taken her in his arms.
He leaned forward, breaking his own barrier, to take in a deep inhale of her hair. The slight scent of rose amongst the forest... he had to quickly recoil as Sanria turned toward him with a look of confusion. Quickly, he drifted back to the front of the cottage, his jaw set. He would have the dirty work done for him. He would get rid of Gilean without lifting his hand - his people could not blame him - he would then have Sanria and take her, as soon as he figured out how, back to the demiplane his father created for him so long ago.
He settled himself not very far from the half-naked woman and let his mind drift. His future, his eternity, would be spent back in his rightful home with his rightful demeanor. Once Sanria had finally settled into her new mindset, she then could ask for ascension. He had no doubt they would consider her for Celestial-hood, and then they'd be together until the end of time... and time, he was certain, would never end.
"Interesting view, is it not?" he spoke from his perch.
"Interesting it is. The smoker I presume?"
"Mmm. Picked up the habit in Heifong. Nasty, so I'm told." The woman turned her gaze back onto him as she spoke. "A lot of things are nasty. Better the devil you know." He couldn't disagree.
Velentham drifted down from the branches, his eyes on the cottage. "So tell me what brings you to spy on this little house."
"Spying is such a harsh word... I prefer observing."
"Semantics, dear lady. One in the same and who cares if it's harsh. Own what we are is what I say. Cigarette?"
They spoke and as the woman spoke, Velentham could already sense the direction she was heading. No different than any of the other chattel he dealt with on a daily basis in Heifong. They all wanted something, all were willing to kill to get it, all playing at a game which eventually they would lose. The difference with this one, was she was holding tightly to a secret beneath her skin. One his Celestial eyes could see without effort.
The mention of Thasmudyan seemed to rile her and Velentham gave no hint that the beggarly man disgusted him as well. Sniffing about his, Velentham's territory, like a dog. But the true shock came, not in the fact that this half naked woman was upset that the father of her child was lusting after his Sanria, but that she was looking for him. It was beyond delicious, this turn in events.
"I will reclaim my life," she said.
"And what life do you dispossess that drives you to a woman you hate and a man who I hate?"
"The one I was born with, and stripped of."
"Dark skinned one."
"You can see it!"
"It is rather simple to see if one only bothers to look," he smirked. "So you come here looking for that man's family to... what... return you to that darkness that roils within your soul asking to be set lose on your skin?"
"Pretty much, Yes."
"What do you suppose that is worth to you?"
"Everything."
"I see. I'll tell you what, dark one. I won't slay you. In fact, I'll ask you to do something quite simple. You get my cousin away from Sanria. You let me get within distance of her to take her to my home, and I'll grant your deepest desire."
"If I may be so bold to add one more condition to that..." With a nod from Velentham's head, she continued. "When she goes to your home... She must never return."
"My dear one - if I get her into my home, she'll remember none but me."
"Consider it a deal."
The conditions were struck... she could do what she wished so long as his Sanria was untouched and unharmed. Velentham vanished from view, but not from his spot. He smirked in silence as the woman spat out the words, "Damned arrogant bastard."
Velentham quietly levitated himself over the woman and closer to the cottage. He drifted to the back and felt his heart stop as he watched Sanria sitting by the edge of the stream, reading to the bastard boy. His breath held and his eyes closed. He encased himself in a bubble of magic and drifted closer. Had he wanted, he could have reached out, he could have taken her in his arms.
He leaned forward, breaking his own barrier, to take in a deep inhale of her hair. The slight scent of rose amongst the forest... he had to quickly recoil as Sanria turned toward him with a look of confusion. Quickly, he drifted back to the front of the cottage, his jaw set. He would have the dirty work done for him. He would get rid of Gilean without lifting his hand - his people could not blame him - he would then have Sanria and take her, as soon as he figured out how, back to the demiplane his father created for him so long ago.
He settled himself not very far from the half-naked woman and let his mind drift. His future, his eternity, would be spent back in his rightful home with his rightful demeanor. Once Sanria had finally settled into her new mindset, she then could ask for ascension. He had no doubt they would consider her for Celestial-hood, and then they'd be together until the end of time... and time, he was certain, would never end.
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Log: 27032013 - Ror and Khalid
OOC commentary: One of the rp's around the Citadel. Best to memorize which alt roleplayed which with character to avoid messy introductions. However, close friends and family might have talked about a character, therefore handing a hook to start with.
Behind closed doors
Pheniox breathed his last breath running from the guards of the Vector scum as he hid from them in the chambers of the priest, little did he know he didn't know where he was at but this excited him all he could see is a thick black robe that covered every inch of the being. The person hid their face in the darkness of the chamber no skin was shown because of the dark robe. All Pheniox saw was the outline of a body. With possibly two protrusions above where the forehead should be. This being excited him in a way he hasn't been excited before. He wanted to know more of this person, wanted to know where it came from, where it has been to study it to learn from it, to touch it in only a way he knew how.
Catalyst
"And you would be Ror, the Tripower member I've been hearing about," said Vorcet Tophen and he shook Ror's hand firmly. "Only good things I hope?" Vorcet laughed. "Of course." And then they talked, about Westbridge. A school and a theatre were at the forefront of the discussion. Where to build them in Westbridge? Which steps were necessary to take? In Vorcet, Ror had found a likewise mind, a fellow bookworm. As the discussion went on, the topic of ruling came up. The city needed a ruling body, but the question was which. Vorcet explained that his preferred choice would be a council with one or two members of each group that may have an interest in trade and the general structure of law within the city of Westbridge. Outsiders, clans. Vorcet explained how a council of the clans would provide a system of checks and balances. Not one group could grab more power without the rest coming down on them. But Ror was sceptic. Although, he liked the idea of a council, he suspected the clans also brought with them greater interests than the city of Westbridge alone. Interests that would sooner or later tear the city apart in strife, with war quickly following. Perhaps it was cynical, but a good politician would have forged an alliance within a week, and by the second week would have minimalized opposition within such a council. Not even the Keepers could prevent politics to unfold in such a way. And so a devious plan formed in Ror's brain. "I have an idea..." said Ror, and he then explained it to Vorcet.
Ror proposed a council chosen by the people of Westbridge. Since the current people were untrained and unfit to rule, they would then lease administrative rights for 80 years to the Keepers. It was the only neutral party in the conflict that had the respect of all participants. "Park your island above the city park," said Ror, "Like an umbrella shielding the city. While the city is governed, we build a theatre for culture and a school for education. And after four generations under the protective umbrella, Westbridge would be strong enough to defend and fend for itself." Ror could see how the school had to be divided in subsection. Primary and secondary school, specialized education for those not joining a guild and interested in trading, law or politics. And finally an university. Economical growth would sort itself out, or only needed to be sorted out later in time.
But alas, Vorcet pointed out that the island was not under his command. Things were a little more complex in that regard, but he would put Ror's idea forth to those that guided the Keepers. At least, that's how Ror understood it. It was the start of a gradual topic change. First on structure of the Keepers of Balance and its new leader, and then the topic of Thasmudyan. After all that talking, it seemed Ror had found the wizard he needed, who seemed genuinely interested and most important of all, capable and free of charge. He wondered if Alsin would believe him. It almost sounded too good to be true! As time and drinks passed the moment of departure came and as Ror walked home, he realized he had forgotten to ask something.
Three days later, Ror knocked on the door of Traggik Endings, and waited for the door to open. Ror smiled when the door opened and said, "Fancy an adventure?"
Ror proposed a council chosen by the people of Westbridge. Since the current people were untrained and unfit to rule, they would then lease administrative rights for 80 years to the Keepers. It was the only neutral party in the conflict that had the respect of all participants. "Park your island above the city park," said Ror, "Like an umbrella shielding the city. While the city is governed, we build a theatre for culture and a school for education. And after four generations under the protective umbrella, Westbridge would be strong enough to defend and fend for itself." Ror could see how the school had to be divided in subsection. Primary and secondary school, specialized education for those not joining a guild and interested in trading, law or politics. And finally an university. Economical growth would sort itself out, or only needed to be sorted out later in time.
But alas, Vorcet pointed out that the island was not under his command. Things were a little more complex in that regard, but he would put Ror's idea forth to those that guided the Keepers. At least, that's how Ror understood it. It was the start of a gradual topic change. First on structure of the Keepers of Balance and its new leader, and then the topic of Thasmudyan. After all that talking, it seemed Ror had found the wizard he needed, who seemed genuinely interested and most important of all, capable and free of charge. He wondered if Alsin would believe him. It almost sounded too good to be true! As time and drinks passed the moment of departure came and as Ror walked home, he realized he had forgotten to ask something.
Three days later, Ror knocked on the door of Traggik Endings, and waited for the door to open. Ror smiled when the door opened and said, "Fancy an adventure?"
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