Crystwen was startled by this new group of travelers. She turned and fired her arrow at the facing wall. It hit just above an old torch. Old or new the fire from the arrow touched onto the torch and the cave was filled with an orangish glow. Crystwen dropped her bow and drew out her two long knives and them seemed to glitter in the light. She moved almost fluidly so that her back was to a wall and she was facing the four.
"If you are all traveling together, speak now, and tell me why such a large group has come to these forsaken mountains."
[ April 08, 2003: Message edited by: DayVampyre ]
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~~Your finger hired the crew?
~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.
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