Dec 21
Raefindan lay on a bed, eyes unseeing, despair in his face. Ravion stood at the door, blade drawn. Between him and Raefindan stood a slender darkhaired elf. The elf did not smile.
"What! Has my home become a highway for ruffians and tramps? Begone, vile manling! Or perhaps you come for the sick man, " he spat.
Ravion stepped into the cave.
"His plight moves you to pity, does it not? It should. Pitiable indeed." His voice was ice cold.
Last edited by mark12_30; 08-23-2004 at 10:57 AM.
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