Amanalkarion watched the argument with a smile. Sure, he could do something, but why should he?
He stuck two fingers in his mouth and immediatly took them out. Yuck...wolf hairs. He wiped them, then whistled for his horse. It came, a purple mare with silver eyes. Amanalk carressed it, then walked over to the men, and Ollea.
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*HALBERETH* *DIAGONA*
I'm back! *Kicks computer* stupid thing for breaking down.
Miss me? Didn't think so...
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