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Date Posted: 09:53:43 01/30/02 Wed
Author: Farstrider
Subject: The Herald

The fog lay like an oppresive blanket bringing an almost tangible silence to the coastline, the fog had rolled in from the sea early that morning, a herald stood at the window of a tower protruding from the grey sea, staring out at the trees, bare of leaf and upturned like hands clawing and raking at the sky, his lungs where filled by the salty sea air, he sat back down wearily, as a man who had many ill thoughts playing in his mind might, with a sigh he rested his head in his hands for a moment, deep in thought he felt a slight breeze, it lifted one of the crested banners that hung from the wall, he looked up lazily and started, a tall figure stood before him, clad in green the man moved slowly towards him, "Ah what can I do for you.. friend?" he rested his hand on the dagger at his belt, concealed from the stranger�s view under the table. "You will not need that Stanton.." the figure proclaimed in an easy tone. Stanton relaxed visibly, his hand coming back to the tabletop, he had recognised the voice and knew he was in no danger. "A dreary day, no?" the man in green said, glancing about before perching on a chair opposing Stanton and unslinging a bow from his back "It is mister Jared sir that is it.." he watched as the man placed a bow against the table leg and settled into the chair. "Come Stanton tell me of this book and the language in which it was alleged written.." questioned Jared "How did you find out about that?" asked the old herald. "I hear much of late, and witness more.. you should be more careful as to who�s tongue you loosen with ale, and just how loosened it is." Jared smiled, he had heard the old lore master stumbling down the road reliving his conversation with Stanton, as he walked in the woods by the road�s edge. "Ah well then mister Jared sir, this is what I have learned" the old herald began.

Jared was troubled by what he had learned and exchanged brief parting words with Stanton the Herald, his mind racing as he strode purposefully into the fog, vanishing.

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