Annalaliath still serious, turned and looked at Daethaur. Her blue grey eyes peircing the haze of the room. " And yet they come." she murmered under her breath.
She ordered some water at the bar and taking her seat she then took her sward from its sheath and began to sharpen it with her wetstone. Looking at the others at her table she said ," This is Annungalad. It was made for me by an old freind."She paused for a momnet and looked up a queer look on her face," That was a whlile agot too." and then she went back to her notched sword.
[ April 16, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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