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Subject: Na-Escalvone

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Tyrsis

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Date Posted: 09/20/04 6:41:17pm Mon
In reply to: Kami/Impazaeal 's message, "Sorrow" on 09/20/04 6:04:54pm Mon

If there was a day to feel outcast, this was it. Drow had popped up methodically since her return, no report of them having been there prior to it. Tyrsis could not help but feel that she might be somehow responsible. The few Escalvone that remained, now keeping themselves close to the city and hiding, though they would never admit it, behind the knights and defenses that Johan had steadily built. Though nothing of its former glory, Hogormo was once again become battle worthy.

The Ith'Dakar had all but vanished, fewer and fewer parties of them evident. Those who remained on the outskirts of the city had hardly been disturbed.

Quiet made her heart ache.

She wondered for a moment if that might be the warrior in her, or perhaps just the vagabond the warrior had sought refuge inside. The silver rod at her side pulsed and she touched it for reassurance. It almost felt as though Culaure's eyes were still on her back, watchful, even though she knew that he had left in search of information days ago. The other Escalvone's most certainly were.

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