Bartolome Esteban Murillo Annunciation

Bartolome Esteban Murillo AnnunciationWilliam Bouguereau The Song of the AngelsPierre-Auguste Cot La TempeteRaphael Saint George and the Dragon
This worm-eaten old tinder pile?" he said. "The man must be mad! "
"Yes, but mad with money. He says now he's got the - can't remember the word, begins with a P, it's what you might call the stake money- the people he works for in the Agatean Empire will pay up. If the Broken Drum burns down. Not that I hope it does. Burn down. The Broken Drum, I mean. I mean, it's like me, is the Drum..."
"Not The black-clad thief hissed, and sheathed his sword. But he kept his hand on the hilt, and his eyes on the assassin.
That wasn't easy. Promotion in the Assassins Guild was bentirely stupid, are you?" said Ymor, and pushed the innkeeper away.The door slammed back on its hinges and thudded into the wall."Hey, that's my door. " screamed Broadman. Then he realised who was standing at the top of the steps, and ducked behind the table a mere shaving of time before a short black dart sped across the room and thunked into the woodwork.Ymor moved his hand carefully, and poured out another flagon of beer."Won't you join me, Zlorf?" he said levelly. "and put that sword away, Stren. Zlorf Flannelfoot is our friend "The president of the Assassins' Guild spun his short blowgun dexterously and slotted it into its holster in one smooth movement."Stren!" said Ymor.y competitive