scheming

With a soft hiss and a quiet thump the letter slid through the slot and dropped to the stone floor.

Anatole expected many things when he walked into his manor and felt the faint shiver of the scrambling field activating. He expected the servants to bow, hand him the moist towlette to wipe the dust of travel from his face, neck and hands. He expected the armed 'guards', all of them thugs, thieves, sword-breakers and proven to be brutally efficient at their designated tasks, to stand a little closer to attention and eye him warily. He expected his horse to be taken care of and his personal effects brought inside and into his rooms. And he expected his very wayward wife to be prepared and waiting for him in the room specially designed for such activity.

+++Memory Leak Detected+++

Data Corruption

            Extent: High