<font color=gray>*Looking across at Jaranai.* Excuse me miss, but what business is it of yours if these gentlemen decide that it's time for one of there own to die? *His tone questioning and slightly aggressive, leaning forward slightly.* These beasts are are my guests and as such are guests of Admiral Wraithe Stjerna. Treat them as such, please.</font> -- Fort Nightshade Message Board

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Date Posted: 13:25:03 04/23/04 Fri
Author: Jared Joseph
Subject: *Looking across at Jaranai.* Excuse me miss, but what business is it of yours if these gentlemen decide that it's time for one of there own to die? *His tone questioning and slightly aggressive, leaning forward slightly.* These beasts are are my guests and as such are guests of Admiral Wraithe Stjerna. Treat them as such, please.
In reply to: Jaranai 's message, "*The black canine looked up at the wolf leader. She smiles maskingly. Her eyes narrow. "What business do you have with this one you call 'The Wraithe'. I do not take kindly to murderous beasts who think they have the right to decide what another does with his or her life."*" on 08:15:10 04/23/04 Fri

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*The leader held up a paw, stopping Jared.* "If she wishes to speak, let her. And also, we have absolutely no intention of killing the Wraithe. Punish her, yes, but not kill her." (NT) -- The Trackers, 15:37:11 04/23/04 Fri
- *Looking to the taller beast, giving him a consenting nod. Turning to the bartender, accepting the wine. Setting the glasses and pouring the glasses all half-full, then slid the glasses to each of the other beasts. Lifting his glass, and recling into his chair, swirling the wine. Smelling the aroma of the wine before he sipped a small amount.* (NT) -- Jared Joseph, 13:37:19 04/25/04 Sun
  - *Lifting their glasses, each Tracker discreetly sniffed the wine, checking for poisons. Finding none, the leader sipped lightly as he regarded the mouse.* "So, you say you have not seen either of these she-wolves?" (NT) -- The Trackers, 18:05:46 04/25/04 Sun
    - *Jaranai glares at the mouse. "No one has a right to say who should live or die, mouse," she says cooly. Then the she-wolf turns again to the other beast. "What type of punishment would you inflict upon 'The Wraithe' if you were to capture her?" Jaranai asks.* (NT) -- Jaranai, 08:42:56 04/26/04 Mon
      - *Returning her glare, Jared sets his glass on the table.* Miss, I merely have to speak a word and your life here would come to an end. *Leaning back in his chair, his face remains as it has since intorducing himself.* But I choose not to, so I have given you the right to live a day longer. *The mouse returns his attention back to the Leader, ignoring any further comments from the young upstart.* (NT) -- Jared Joseph, 13:39:07 04/26/04 Mon

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