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Subject: **A dry, humorless chuckle echoes from the tree branches above** Think carefully Kinnan m'friend, when have I ever been nice t'a reccie? **A shadow lands before the group, and the dim glow of firelight reveals the hardened, weathered, black face of a squirrel. He squints at them critically** Any spies f' me among them? Author: Favre [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:30:59 03/08/02 Fri In reply to: Kinnan Ulfe 's message, "**The massive wolf strides into the clearing.**" on 10:30:32 03/07/02 Thu >**He is wearing a tight leather >jerkin and a belt with a pair of daggers thrust in it. >His broadsword is at his back, and his light boots are >slightly muddy from a long tramp. He brushes his >headfur out of his dark brown eyes and looks around >him. His eyes rests for a moment on Rio, but does not >say anything to the vole. Then his eyes round on a >group of strangebeasts standing at the edge of the >glade. He smiles, and finally speaks in his low, >rumbling bass voice** Well, here we are. The main >camp of the Quanshaire Mercenary Patrol. Please make >yourselves known now to all of the other mercs so your >throats will not be slit in the night for strangers. >**His eyes sparkle with a smile that slowly creeps to >his lips** Don't be afraid. Not unless you betray us, >that is. **Looks around for Astri or Favre** Oi! New >recruits! Make 'em welcome! [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date **The huge wolf's bass rumble breaks Rio out of his mad attack of the fire. He stares at Kinnan for a few seconds before turning his back on him. Shaking his head he sits down in the dirt with a thump. His sword comes out from where it was hanging in his belt and he immediately starts too polish it. He looks off into the forest again but this time he doesn't vent his rage on something he just shakes his head again folornly. Placing his sword beside him he returns his rag to the pocket in his pants and folds his arms across his chest. His gaze is fixed on the trees before him unwavering** (NT) Rio 20:48:19 03/09/02 Sat