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Spirit of Mist
Join Date: Jul 2000
Location: Tol Eressea
Posts: 3,398
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As the guests scattered and fled the Glade, the Wight stood smiling, waving his arms and shouting loudly. "Yes! This way! To the East and a bit to the North! There's a safe haven there! Just hide behind the stones and the trees will not catch you. Just hide there until evening and all will be well...." The Wight's voice shrank to a whisper, "Very well, indeed!"
Then whistling an eerie tune, he turned and followed the many guests who had fled to the East and a bit to the North. He checked his sword as he went. He was followed by a dozen cats, well-sated by the feast and goings on...
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