Date Posted:16:36:32 12/31/01 Mon Author: Alairic Talonrod Subject: *curses under his breath as he kicks the corner of a bunk. Dropping his armful of belongings on the mattress, Alairic sighs, studying his surroundings. This was now his home. Suddenly his attention is pulled from the plain wooden walls by a glimmer of silver in his belongings. Reaching down, he pulls out a silver locket strung on a delicate string. Shaking his head, he pockets the locket without another word.* This is my home now. *quickly he stores his things and stretches out on the mattress.* Rest is good for the soul *he whispers, closing his eyes lightly, knowing Raignshar would be fine outside and he was finally safe*
