Umbria's sudden outburst prodded Awyrgan from his trancelike state and he gave a short bitter laugh that seemed to surprise both her and himself.
"Ah, I believe I top you there - I have had many ill frays with all races and they with me."
She looked at him and he continued in his slow fashion. "But as of yet I have had no conflicts with the people of Dol Amroth. I travelled there once under a different name several years ago; many of my few pleasent memories are from my stay there." He paused, as if to speak but instead fell into a stony silence once again and would say no more. He was getting hungry and was debating whether to approach a server about a meal or to just go outside and kill something. Deciding finally upon neither he continued to sit and smoke.
[ January 07, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]
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