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Forum: Elvenhome
12-03-2008, 12:18 AM
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Replies: 909
Views: 256,114
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Ilya
Full of questions, Widlast mused, looking from...Full of questions, Widlast mused, looking from the elder to the lass. They were interested, sure, but it seemed innocent enough to be curious of a stranger. Fingering a hole in the lining of his... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
11-13-2008, 11:45 PM
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Replies: 909
Views: 256,114
Posted By
Ilya
Widlast had paused with his tongue pressed...Widlast had paused with his tongue pressed against his teeth when the serving lass came over. "Nothing for me, mistress, thank you kindly," he said, shaking his head more from bewilderment than... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
11-08-2008, 09:37 PM
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Replies: 909
Views: 256,114
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Ilya
The warmth snug in the fireplace's stones rubbed...The warmth snug in the fireplace's stones rubbed against his temple and lulled Widlast into feeling lead-limbed and content, a sensation he knew would vanish in a moment as the aches of the road... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
11-06-2008, 10:14 PM
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Replies: 909
Views: 256,114
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Ilya
Widlast nodded, then realized he was...Widlast nodded, then realized he was acknowledging at the carvings in the woodwork instead of the innkeeper, and so nodded again, stooping slightly to get through the door. Inside, there was the... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
11-04-2008, 04:08 PM
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Replies: 909
Views: 256,114
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Ilya
As Widlast approached the door, snatches of...As Widlast approached the door, snatches of conversation whipped by him. "Dear me! Oh! Excuse me" "Mr. Boffin, I presume?...welch on an arrangement with you...for the inconvenience the twins... " ... |
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Forum: Elvenhome
10-30-2008, 09:52 PM
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Replies: 909
Views: 256,114
Posted By
Ilya
Not everyone was inside.
Widlast wasn't...Not everyone was inside. Widlast wasn't sure exactly why he headed for the stables first, for he'd no horse. Force of habit, perhaps. The slantways walk over tufted, lumpy ground led him to the... |
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