"Enough!" Kelne's voice cut through the bickering, sounding distinctly unimpressed. "Checking out the pack will cost half an hour, tops, and the night is young. I doubt it needs all of us to check out, so Jak and I can handle that while the rest of us reset the trap." Gods knew that wouldn't take long, "You can use the time formulating a list of exactly what we're doing wrong, along with some suggested fixes, Paige. I shall be most interested in seeing the results." Was that sarcasm? It was difficult to tell with Kelne, sometimes.
It was ironic, he reflected as he made his way over to fetch the carpet. In the past,
he'd been the one picking holes in other peoples' plans. Of course, by and large, those plans had been sheer idiocy. So the parallel was rather less substantial than it might initially appear.
Edited by: [url=http://p068.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=kelne>Kelne</A] at: 2/9/06 9:23