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Durelin · 08-22-2003, 07:36 PM

As Jaheira sat down next to him, Snyd opened his mouth to speak but shut it when the elf began to speak to Vlad. Perhaps -- finally! -- the elf would anger the man enough that Vlad would shut him up for a bit. Maybe he'd say they can kill him and be rid of him. Snyd didn't enjoy killing, but he enjoyed feeling at risk even less. An elf was a dangerous thing to be keeping. Someone had to be looking for him, and they would bring a whole lot of people with them; they always did.

"Why do you hide the fact that you were once a soldier?" Melost asked, and Snyd frowned. Vlad…a soldier? Well, had been a soldier? "You move like one, you even think like one." What? Snyd thought. What does this elf know about soldiers? "Look at you now, ready to try to thwart any move I might make. What have you done that makes you hide in this of all places?"

The pieces suddenly snapped in to place in Snyd's mind, making him groan. He hadn't completed the puzzle about Vlad, but he had realized something else. Something much more important. Now he realized another thing: Vlad and Jaheira were looking at him. Bloody eyes... "Why do you make noises, Snyd?" Vlad asked coldly, ignoring the elf for now. Why was the man always so angry? Well, perhaps this time the elf had angered him.

"I just thought of something...that's all." They still stared at him, so, reluctantly, he continued. "I just thought that, if he really was a soldier, then we should expect a bunch of soldiers coming to look for him, shouldn't we?" He paused; he couldn't say it. He tried to gather his strength -- the man would kill him! -- but to no avail. Finally, as Vlad opened his mouth to speak again, Snyd blurted out his words before the man could speak. "Why do we sit here waiting? We should get rid of him or move on from this place! We wait for our deaths, Vlad! You should know 't. We are holding an elf, and now he has all but said he is a soldier! More soldiers come for soldiers, Vlad. And...why do we even hold this elf? Of what good is he? What do we gain from this?"

"Is your speech quite finished, Snyd?"

Jaheira asked this in such an overly normal and polite tone that Snyd's cheeks colored, and he hoped the reddening could be mistaken for anger. He tried to look indignant. "Yes, I am."

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08-22-2003, 07:36 PM	#11
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	As Jaheira sat down next to him, Snyd opened his mouth to speak but shut it when the elf began to speak to Vlad. Perhaps -- finally! -- the elf would anger the man enough that Vlad would shut him up for a bit. Maybe he'd say they can kill him and be rid of him. Snyd didn't enjoy killing, but he enjoyed feeling at risk even less. An elf was a dangerous thing to be keeping. Someone had to be looking for him, and they would bring a whole lot of people with them; they always did. "Why do you hide the fact that you were once a soldier?" Melost asked, and Snyd frowned. Vlad…a soldier? Well, had been a soldier? "You move like one, you even think like one." What? Snyd thought. What does this elf know about soldiers? "Look at you now, ready to try to thwart any move I might make. What have you done that makes you hide in this of all places?" The pieces suddenly snapped in to place in Snyd's mind, making him groan. He hadn't completed the puzzle about Vlad, but he had realized something else. Something much more important. Now he realized another thing: Vlad and Jaheira were looking at him. Bloody eyes... "Why do you make noises, Snyd?" Vlad asked coldly, ignoring the elf for now. Why was the man always so angry? Well, perhaps this time the elf had angered him. "I just thought of something...that's all." They still stared at him, so, reluctantly, he continued. "I just thought that, if he really was a soldier, then we should expect a bunch of soldiers coming to look for him, shouldn't we?" He paused; he couldn't say it. He tried to gather his strength -- the man would kill him! -- but to no avail. Finally, as Vlad opened his mouth to speak again, Snyd blurted out his words before the man could speak. "Why do we sit here waiting? We should get rid of him or move on from this place! We wait for our deaths, Vlad! You should know 't. We are holding an elf, and now he has all but said he is a soldier! More soldiers come for soldiers, Vlad. And...why do we even hold this elf? Of what good is he? What do we gain from this?" "Is your speech quite finished, Snyd?" Jaheira asked this in such an overly normal and polite tone that Snyd's cheeks colored, and he hoped the reddening could be mistaken for anger. He tried to look indignant. "Yes, I am." [ August 22, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]