Harolas lowered the arrow which he had trained on the newcomer all the while since she arrived and made all the noise. he unstrung his bow and replaced it back to it's resting place.
"Who have we picked up now?" he wondered, " not another misguided soul to torment everyone."
He crept back up the tree and settled down once more, the morning would spare enough time or him to know more of this Culloth.
[ July 15, 2002: Message edited by: The Viking Thunder ]
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