The map drew a sombre response from Bethberry.
Too many grievous incidents are recorded here. And yet not enough. Ranger, you report only the incidents of men and elves. More worrisome are also the elements of the natural world which harbour fear and unrest. Several times in the past year there have been whispers of a dark shadow passing unseasonably across the light of the sun and I myself have seen a black wind overtake the day's balmy breeze--not commonly or regularly, but more often than is comfortable. Taken together, these omens are not fair harbingers. (OOC: Posting from the TV in our hotel room. Cool, but the keyboard is a pain.)
[ August 04, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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