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12-28-2002, 02:27 AM | #11 |
Pile O'Bones
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The door peeped open and soon a woman entered. She was neither tall nor short. As Half-elf, she wore rich garments and on her back was a cursed sword that she bore with her everywhere. She threw back her black wool cloak hood and took a seat near the door. She noted the friendly Hobbit and slightly smiled. She only ordered some water.
She drank long and deep, grateful for the taste of clean water. Her journey had been long, and dark. She was glad to be in the light of the Green Dragon. It gave her comfort. [ December 28, 2002: Message edited by: Farrehn ]
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