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Al'yander
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Date Posted: 01:52:58 09/07/02 Sat
In reply to:
Lashana
's message, "snatch" on 09:48:41 09/06/02 Fri
After every settled back down in the tiny tavern, he sat and his table and just waited......
And waited......
And waited......
Until finally he pulled out that little belt pouch Zenra had given him, and dropped it upon the table-top, allowing it to make that ever so clear clanking sound of gold coins. Needless to say two serves instantly arrived at his table, nudging the other one to go away. Without trying to cause a huge fuss over nothing, he placed an order with each of them.
"You can bring me a chilled tankard of ale....
turning to the other
"An you can bring me some bread and sours."
Without hesitation both scampered off towards the kitchen, with the visions of gold coins bouncing in front of thier big saucer-sized eyes. Taking no more then a quick survey of the room, it was a rather quiet, close-knitted community here. Everybody was pleasent and generally polite to everybody else. These people were content with life as it was, as well they should be.
Placing a rather simple order, the two hurried their way back to his table with rather hearty portions of food and the biggest tankard of ale in the place. With a smile upon his face he turned to the two...
You two split evenly the money in his pouch, and go buy something you really want Al'yander says, handing one of them a belt pouch with at least 20 gold coins contained inside. But what did he know of the value of money? Nothing, so it made no difference to him. Screams and shouts of joy came from the two and they barreled out the swing doors, happy like all children should be.
After immensely enjoying his light me, he once again shouldered his weapon and headed for the door. As he exited the tavern, there was no feeling of eyes or of fear/disgust, something that lighted his spirit greatly. Heading out of town, the direction he felt most appropriate, he heard off in the distance two innocent, sincier voices...
"Thank you Mister...
Yea, Sir, Thanks alot!!!
And with a smile on his face, he set out again upon field after field of wild grass. Every so often, Al'yander would have to swat away the feather tied into his braid, that the wind seemingly used to lightly tickle his face with. And as he had done for the past few hours, he went to swat away the feather once again, but this time he was grappled from behind unexspectedly by someone or something. With a hint of fear sreaming through his body, his stomach felt like it dropped down to his feet. And as he slowly began to look up he hears a faintly familiar female voice....
Need a lift...?
With the sun directly behind her head, a dark shadow was cast over her face. But with the angle and point of view, she also looked vaugely familiar.
ww w Wwwwhhoo arrre ya yaouuuu? he mutters and bumbles in his speech.
But he was flying.. And his only memories of flying were not pleasent, so he was rather un-nerved by the recent turn of events...The view of the ground a good distance below him, moving rapidly on by was almost enough to make him 'air sick'....
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