[Morai]

Harlon tried hard not to laugh as he noticed Nuhrives frustration. Her eyes were burning, molten silver slipping from them. It seemed as steam was rising from her ears.

"Allright, me dear, I'll jump down there. Then I'll get that man so angry, he'll have to chase me away. After that, if you can, you'll pull Nura up into this very tree. If my plan works, you two flee from this place as fast as those immortal feet will carry you." Glancing down one last time, Harlon asked: "Now, how does that sound to an infuriated elf, eh?"

[ March 10, 2003: Message edited by: Morai ]