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Date Posted: 11:55:16 01/13/02 Sun
Author: Ravin---Marz
Subject: Finding clothes---ripping off clothes

Since the rather odd looking genie didn't appear to be a threat, Ravin relaxed his guard a bit. He was still puzzled about the genie's gender, and the array of astounding colors that blanketed him only added to his confusion. Obviously, the genie didn't mind attention because he would certainly draw a lot of it with the outlandish attire he (or was it she?) wore.

Ravin frowned when Sarosh stated that he was insulted and a bit hurt by a few of his questions. He had no intention of upsetting the being, and opened his mouth to apologize but couldn't get the words out since the genie kept right on talking. The thief stifled a grin when Sarosh stated that he had spent a lot of time perfecting the form he had chosen to display to the world. Apparently, the genie didn't realize that humans weren't at all used to seeing such perfection in a person.

When he was told that his wish for Rover whiskey would not be granted, Ravin merely shrugged then reached for the flask of ale at his waist belt. Before sipping from it he placed the genie's flask in a pocket for safekeeping then met Sarosh's eyes when he suggested that Ravin help him find something less flashy to wear. Since he was rather slim and not too tall, the thief decided that Sarosh would fit into one of his spare outfits.

"Follow me," he said, leading the genie across the camp to the tent he shared with Isobel. Justin's eyes widened at the sight of the newcomer, but thankfully the merc kept his comments to himself. After quickly introducing them to one another, Ravin took him inside the tent, their entry once again waking Isobel from her nap.

"This is Saras," Ravin told her, not surprised to see the astonished look upon her face. However, he was surprised to see the woman dressed in the same alluring outfit she wore before rushing off to find something more presentable to wear. "It seems that Saras is a genie that I've summoned here by cleaning off an old flask I found."

While Isobel and Saras stared at one another, the thief retrieved his backpack, which was sitting just inside the tent flap. He pulled out a dark colored shirt and matching pants, holding them out to the genie. "Sorry, but I don’t own anything red. Black and dark grays make up most of my wardrobe."

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Marz managed to snuff out the fire from his pant's leg but had no such luck with his shirt. Flames consumed the garment rapidly catching onto the cloth bandages he wore beneath it. He rolled around in the dirt like a maniac for a bit then jumped to his feet tearing the shirt off in one quick move before doing the same to the bandages.

Wincing from the pain of the minor burns that now covered him, he rushed to aid his friends, only to discover that they already had everything under control. He kicked away a snake that was slithering nearby then ran to Tristan who lay in a crumbled heap on the ground. His worry turned to relief when he placed two fingers on the dragon's neck and felt a strong pulse.
Forgetting about the burns on his torso, leg and shoulders, he gathered Tristan's body into his arms then rose to his full height. He spit at the dead assassin then turned to Corum. "Search that bastard, then get back to the camp. I'm going to have Val take a look at Tristan."

Without waiting for a reply, Marz scurried away, calling out Valhorek's name as he neared the tents. The healer met him by one of the many campfires the Jann had started. "He might be poisoned," Marz told him, as he knelt down and gingerly set Tristan down before him.

As Val proceeded to examine his lover, Marz caught sight of Ravin approaching a tent with a very unusual looking stranger walking beside him. He squinted his eyes and stared at the pair, trying to figure out what it was exactly that he saw. Was the newcomer a member of the Jann? She was definitely shorter than any of the Jann they met thus far, and her face held more beauty then the whole lot of them put together.

He finally managed to tear his eyes away when they disappeared into a tent that Justin stood guard before. "Is Tris going to be all right?" he asked, his face filled with worry again as he looked at the healer.

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