**The smile twitched once more at the ermine's lips as the sable's voice came out slurred. This could provide a wonderful spot of entertainment. She sat down smoothly, trying to figure out just what was wrong with the beast.** "Did soom beastie drug ya lassie?" -- The Salamandastron Dance

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Subject: **The smile twitched once more at the ermine's lips as the sable's voice came out slurred. This could provide a wonderful spot of entertainment. She sat down smoothly, trying to figure out just what was wrong with the beast.** "Did soom beastie drug ya lassie?"

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Meradryn Keelsun
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Date Posted: 22:09:35 10/08/04 Fri
In reply to: Martes Zibellina 's message, "Call me Satin" on 07:12:34 10/03/04 Sun

>The sable staggered drunkenly into the hall and
>collapsed into a chair. She had been testing herb
>potions on herself, and they worked. Now she was
>reeling - all for the lack of a decent victim. She
>hadn't been able to trick anyone into drinking her
>potions. Her persuading powers wern't as good as she
>would have liked them to be.

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Satin glares at her. Her head has cleared a little and her speech is not so slurred as the potion, which she drank about twenty minutes ago, begins to wear off. She snarls, "Wahl, I drank it miself because I didn't have no one ta feed it to. Ah'm not supposed to be here anywayz!" Her gaze sharpens angrily. Meradryn had lighted on a touchy subject with Satin, and half-drugged or not, she could still use her own flaming powders and poisons. Satin 09:22:59 10/09/04 Sat