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Wight
Join Date: Dec 2002
Location: Behind you, counting to 3
Posts: 234
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Awyrgan had finished his pipe. Rising to his feet, he stretched. Most of the companions were close by.
Walking over to Brytta he spoke softly. "Here out paths diverge. I do not know your purpose, but I deem it an honorable one. Farewell." Striding silently to the edge of the campsite he soon blended in with the brush and was out of sight, back to his watch. [ September 15, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]
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