'kay?), and two, I want everyone to rethink this 'asking me to keep writing' thing.

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Bedside Manners

Omens are the gods' way of warning puny mortals that something is about to happen. At least, that was the saying.
So, when three black cats appeared all at once, rubbed up against Lina, then left, Lina and her friends probably should've caught a clue.
However, three of their number didn't really believe those old wives' tales, and the fourth was too dense to recognise the possible omen, so Lina, Zelgadiss, Amelia, and Gourry went along their merry way as usual. Which, in this case, was to an inn for a hot meal and a real bed, courtesy of the bandits' gold they'd "confiscated" earlier that day.
They ate (some more than others) and talked (about nothing in particular) and laughed (well, everyone but Zel) and went off to bed no more worried than usual.
So, of course, the next morning the unthinkable happened.
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...and thus ends what I consider to be the decent part of this fic.

--Elizabeth, Trickster Priestess ~_~