Rhiannon watched the small group as they entered the tavern and
placed their orders. He floated down to hover just above the ground across
the street from the tavern. A blue glow filled his eyes as he scanned the
six members. Some evidence of magic, but certainly none to prove a threat to
one as powerful as himself. Then his eyes narrowed as he noticed a familiar
aura. "Ahni-Baska has already found Locke? So why is the man not dead yet?"
he wondered. He thought about taking action himself, then dismissed the
thought. Obviously, his Master had something else planned. He was here for
only one reason, to capture the one known as Lola.

	A figure shrouded in an anonymous gray mantle appeared next to him.
"You asked for my assistance?" Jardek 'said', using his telepathy.

	"Yes," Rhiannon said. He thought for a moment before continuing. "I
do not wish to fight, but if my plans go awry I may be forced to. You will
disable Locke if he tries to interfere. Bombard him with images of his past,
or try something else if you feel more creative. Leave the others to me."

	"Very well," Jardek said. His form blurred and faded away.

	Rhiannon turned back to the tavern, watching the group as they
talked and planned. He could blast his way into the building, disable
everyone, and escape with Lola, but he was much more subtle than that. One
could not retaliate against an unknown enemy. He would wait until he could
catch Lola alone, then he would capture her and disappear before anyone
realized what happened. He chuckled softly to himself, then shimmered and
disappeared, leaving his wraiths to observe.