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Old 03-03-2003, 07:10 AM   #11
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Awrygan gave a satisfied inner sigh of relief now that the issue of the horse was taken care of with such ease. If only all matters could be solved as quickly life would be so easy. Wishful thinking. He wished his companion had some previous experience with those they would most likely be encountering but there was a first time for everything and she seemed to know how to carry herself. The Sun was beginning its dance into the West; soon it would be evening. "We will seek for the entrance into the Inn when the Sun goes down, whether we will attempt anything beyound that immediately is yet to be determined."

"So this your first encounter with the Sea? It is quite something is it not?" He smiled a fond, sad smile remembering his first encounter with the seemling endless body of water. First in the cold, razor-lined beaches of the North as a young Ranger attempting to impress his peers and later in the Far South as a wiser, more sober traveller seeking piece in the midst of hostilities.

Having said all he had to say he walked over to where a large stone stood in the ground. Sitting down, he proceeded to inventory and inspect his gear. Three knives, all different in their appearence were layed out, cleaned, sharpened and placed back in their sheaths on the man's right boot, belt, and upper tunic. He spend a bit longer on his sword since it had not been used in a while. Finally, making sure it was loostened in its sheath he hooked it back onto his belt. Standing, he clasped his cloak around him with a determined snap. Anything he decided not to take was placed in a bag which was soon hidden under a mixture of brush and earth. Sitting back down he sat silently looking towards the West, watching the Sun as it lowered itself to meet the Sea. The rays glinted off his bright eyes as orange met green. Drawing his pipe out he lit it, allowing the curls to spirl upwards towards the darkening sky.

[ March 03, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]
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