Awyrgan sat in the corner as a man clad in the garb of the South entered the Inn and made for Umbria. He noted her reaction as she spoke the man's name and he bowed. He did not hear the words which passed between them but clearly she was troubled.
Having neither been acknowledged by the stranger or acknowledged him the bright-eyed man continued to brood in the darkness and watched to see where the twos' conversation would lead. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the Innkeeper watching him. Like a shepard protecting their sheep, he observed. I am a wolf but these here are not my prey.
[ January 07, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]
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