*Jesse looks at Lumiel with a smile. His white hair moves, but there is no wind. The Wizard stares at Lumiel and then goes back to his business. It seems no one will be able to translate my visions. I can't go to Gandalf because he's too busy right now. There is no other wizard or person in Middle Earth that I know of that can tell me what my visions mean, Jesse thinks to himself with as he lets out a sigh.
Jesse stands up, grabs his staff and walks to the bar. He sits down on an empty barstool and puts his staff on the floor beneath the chair. The Wizard's green staff and robes shine brightly. Jesse then raises his hand:
"Bartender, I would like some milk if you would please. I'll be on my way within two days to go back to my homeland," the Wizard tells the bartender as he grabs his staff. He senses danger approaching, but when he sees none, he puts the green staff down again.*
[ January 27, 2003: Message edited by: Jesse ]
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