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Date Posted: 11:29:24 11/22/01 Thu
Author: Erlic, Corum & Yorik
Subject: A nasty, nasty!
In reply to: Isobel 's message, "More and more interesting..." on 05:30:04 11/22/01 Thu

Erlic maintained his riveted gaze on Isobel. He had always been this way, and it was very hard to break old habits, especially when those old habits happened to save his life more than once. Even with Rowan’s remark about his beating around the bush didn’t do anything to alter his gaze from the newcomer. His master, Kwan-Yee, had always stated that first impressions, the ones coming from the heart, were usually the most important.

Erlic had realized this statement to be true, and kept that philosophy embedded in his memory ever since his master passed away. Everyone within the group took him to be a thief, possibly a better thief than most, but still no one knew of his past assassin transgressions. He had erred when he had judged Sarra falsely, but it had been Laurel’s statement that made him jump to the conclusion that Sarra, not he, was the actual assassin. He would have to be more careful in the future. For now, he would continue to scrutinize Isobel; because the truth was that he knew absolutely nothing about her. True, her story was possibly factual, and that her caravan had indeed fallen under a severe attack by the sand worms, but until he knew otherwise, he would remain on guard.

For now Erlic remained somewhat undisturbed, his peripheral vision watching Ravin for any signs of danger. Of everyone at the table, he had worked best with the younger thief, and he trusted Ravin implicitly. They had only traveled together a few short times, but those periods seemed as if they were a lifetime, and in those brief, but memorable moments, both Ravin, and Erlic, learned much about each other, and how the other person handled situations.

Isobel was intriguing, at least for the moment, but only time would dictate how she manifested herself into the organizational scheme of the group.

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All righty then. That’s all Corum had to say about the newcomer. She reminded him of Kandarin, and how that woman had tried to kill him because of his resemblance to some thief that had robbed her family of some special items. He had tried to stay away from here. One thing he didn’t want to do at the moment was die for stupid reasons.

And now this….Isobel, constipation….no, uh, confirmation…..no, uh, consummation? Yeah that was it, or something that sounded like it was here. Yeah, she was pretty, and stuff like that, but he decided he would stay as far away from her as possible. She seemed like the type that would cut anyone to smithereens if you even looked at her funny. He was not about to welcome unwanted trouble regardless of how she looked. Marz liked those types of women, the ones with fire in their eyes, and stuff like that, and so he’d let Marz handle her.

Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca. She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca. Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha. She will wear you out livin la vida loca. Come On! Livin la vida loca, Come on.

Corum looked up at Yorik wondering what exactly was wrong with him. Ever since coming to Neromba, Yorik had exhibited a strange reaction to the magical nation. Maybe that’s what was wrong with him, he probably wasn’t used to this land. Yeah, that sounded awfully good.

I want a girl with a short skirt, and a looooooooooooooooooooooooooong jacket!

Corum looked back up at the staff, and noticed that Yorik was staring directly at Isobel. “I don’t think she’s your type Yorik,” Corum stated quite softly to the staff.

She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain. She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain like a bullet to your brain.

Corum shook his staff a few times hoping to get Yorik out of his reverie. “Will you start acting normal for a change?” his whispered. “You want, like, she should come over and kick your arse?”

Now it’s up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous? Oh, before we do, y you’ll have to get away from you know who. Well, I’m hot blooded, check it and see. Got a fever of a hundred and three. Come on baby, do you do more than dance?

Corum simply shook his head. He simply resigned himself to placing his chin on his hand trying to figure what in the world could have possibly gotten into Yorik. And why was this woman still staring at everyone like they were the enemy? They hadn’t done anything wrong. Tia probably would have an answer if he asked her, but….wait! That was it! Why hadn’t he thought of this before? Valhorek was here, and he was a good healer. He probably would know what was wrong with Yorik. He’d have to speak to the healer once things got settled. Yeah, that was it. It was a plan. Corum was finally relieved.

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