Melcirial finished the last of her drink and looked for the wizard to thank him once again for the drink. Also, her keen elf-ears didn't miss a thing when Jesse and the one called Turgon talk to the other young man about a quest. Their discussion was interesting and sounded very exciting. Leaving fear behind, she slowly approached the wizard and asked the question burning in her mind.
"Might I join you on your, er, quest? I am in truth no fighter but, I am a bit of a healer and as a descendent of the High Elves of old, I have a bit of foresight and know some magic."
Her clear blue eyes gazed deep into the wizard's, trying to read his thoughts. But, Jesse's mind was much more complicated than most people's and the picture was muddled and distorted. Silently she awaited the answer.
[ February 01, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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