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Date Posted: 19:51:50 03/17/02 Sun
Author: .x. daeron .x.
Subject: .x. entry .x.

.x. robes trail softly behind him, creating small indentions in the dirt and a soft whisper, those the only marks of his passing. brown hair falls in locks past his shoulders, bound back from his face. he walks with a limp, noticeable if only for the cumbersome staff he carries, necessary for support. the leg had long ago been injured and was well nigh useless, and, though he could put some weight 'pon it, it tired easily. the staff itself was probably ash, twisted and worn with a dozen years of use. its bearer looks even more gnarled in some respects than the wood propping him upright, and the eyes shine with a wisdom acquired from years of experience. he enters the city of sylvanestri, leading the horse upon which he is customarily mounted, and rather pained at that fact. the horse had thrown a shoe en route, forcing him to walk alongside, something he was ill-equipped to do. cautiously he enters, the staff and perhaps some daggers his only weaponry, but knowing the elves would prove little threat to one of their own. .x.

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- watches - -- Ratana, 07:11:57 03/18/02 Mon
:::Katana hults where she is,::: -- Katana, 09:00:01 03/18/02 Mon
- .x. halt .x. -- .x. daeron .x., 11:09:28 03/18/02 Mon
  - :::Katana eyed him before walking over to him.::: -- Katana, 12:18:38 03/18/02 Mon
  - - agrees - -- Ratana, 16:31:53 03/20/02 Wed
    - .x. perhaps .x. -- .x. daeron .x., 19:28:21 03/20/02 Wed
      - - advances - -- Ratana, 06:20:57 03/21/02 Thu
        :::Katana only watched, she did not walk with them toward the inn, but stayed were she was.::: -- Katana, 10:58:39 03/22/02 Fri
        .x. perhaps .x. -- .x. daeron .x., 19:38:47 03/23/02 Sat
        :::Katana watched hoping that the elf had something to teach her as well, she walked toward the stables.::: (NT) -- Katana, 14:36:01 03/27/02 Wed

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