The Summons RPG

[Nerindel]

"Sorlas? Is that you?" he said.

The man turned. His face lit up with recognition. "Aravir, old friend! I was kind of hoping you'd show up." The two greeted eachother with clasp hands and a hug.

"I'm glad to see again, Sorlas. Did you find what you were looking for when we went to Fornost?" Aravir asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Maybe another journey somewhere in the future will have different results," Sorlas replied.

"Well, old friend, why don't we make up for lost time around a nice mug of malt beer," Aravir suggested with a wink.

Sorlas laughed as they headed on over to make merry with the rest.

Aravir and Sorlas talked long about what they had been up to since their last meeting, as they recounted their various tales other in the company piped in as they heard their names mentioned,there was much laughter and merry making. Sorlas was glad to see the mirth in the group it was little seen of late.

Aravir then got up to find a fresh ale, Sorlas looked down at his own contemplating weather it would be safe enough for him to have another. As he looked up he saw Tarannnon and Dûrvagor laughing at him

"Afraid we will have to carry you back, friend" they laughed together.

"Not at all" he laughed shareing in their jest "It's just that I fear I shall forget all before I wake... well maybe not all, that has to be the whitest shirt I have ever seen" he said jokingly tipping his mug in the direction of Dûrvagor's new shirt, being careful not to spill any on the man he had come to think of as the most meticulous and tidy ranger in all the lands.

[ May 28, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]