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Sitting down to a freshly cleaned table the stranger looked around and saw a few familar faces. Now if he could only get a drink. Cami fluttered around just like she did on her last visit, and it all seemed like the usual here.
But His hand had a good scrape from falling off his horse earlier. A nobel beast, this was true. But the horse had no power over sleepy horseman.Picking an even trail yes, Horseman no. How nice it felt to finaly get a good seat and a nice pint of ale. At least some things haven't changed yet.He thought to himself. But some how I don't know where I'm going for once. How why I found myself in this place. A fair lady sat at a table not far away and tened a cut one legged Elf. Maybe Cami will be good enough to get her services and a pint of ale. A promising eveining awaited him. But the promise of new adventures was more exciting than any. He had followed the wind like a feather for so long. So now where would he go. Ah quesssssa orrrrrre aaaaanga ummmmmmbar. He sang this in a rising and falling melody. That seemed to linger like smoke rings in the air. Closing his eyes to a swaying rythem that seemed to put him at ease. [ August 08, 2003: Message edited by: Eruantalon ] |
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