A strange feeling got Ferri, that everyone abandoned him. He looked around. He sawa tall elf sit a few metres away. He looked back in the fire. Should he go to that elf and talk? No, he had never spoke to a elf before. But he really wanted to do that.
He suddenly raised and walked over to the elf. He sat down beside and the elf looked surprised at him. Ferri intriduced himself; "Greetings, master elf, I am Ferdinand Cotton. And who might you be?"
[ April 08, 2003: Message edited by: PoWa ]
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