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Date Posted: 11:16:45 04/15/02 Mon
Author: Argus
Subject: What's this?
In reply to: Isobel 's message, "Flashing Ravin" on 10:44:32 04/15/02 Mon

Argus snorted at Tristan. "Now that Ay've got my boots why would Ay bother beating yew senseless?" Tristan looked quite annoyed, so Argus flashed him a grin. The dragon still looked annoyed, but he turned away to go with Marz's group, which was heading out now.

Argus didn't much want to be in a group where he would have to watch the two men performing unnaturally together, and he certainly didn't want to antagonize a dragon any further, so he decided to follow Erlic's group. Besides, he found himself liking the man's company, since he was the only one who seemed much interested in Argus anyway. Laurel had long since disappeared and he realized wistfully that he would just have to stop mooning over her or he would never be any good to these people.

As he followed the others into a building, he touched the mace which hung at his hip. He wasn't used to carrying a weapon and it felt heavy and awkward agianst his thigh. He supposed he would just have to get used to that, too.

Curiously, he poked around in some of the crates and boxes, gagging at the stench of rotted meat that was in one of them. What was rotted meat doing here? Shouldn't this have all been gone long ago? "Dew yew suppose someone's been using dis place?" He said aloud. "Dere's a stinking heap of rotted meat over in dat crate. Ay nearly lost my breaky, Ay tell yew."

He opened a small box that was laying in the corner and found a first aid kit inside. Bandages, salves, a needle and thread. He took the kit and looked around until he found a small pack that he could stuff it into. Surprisingly, once he'd got it into the pack, the pack didn't feel any heavier. Argus opened it and looked inside. Yes, the kit was in there. He shrugged the pack onto his shoulders and continued to look around.

Behind the counter he spotted a crate that someone had moved while searching it. Beneath the crate he could just make out a thin line in the wooden floor. He shoved the crate aside, revealing a trapdoor.

"'Ey! Evvyone, dere's a blewdy trapdoor down 'ere!" He said. Unthinkingly, he grabbed the handle and flung the hatch open. His efforts were rewarded with a bolt of lightning that erupted from the open hatch, slamming him backward into Ravin and Isobel. He crumpled in stunned a heap at their feet, groaning and twitching slightly. "Ay guess next time Ay'll let someone else 'ave de honors," he muttered.

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