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Belin · 07-16-2002, 06:23 PM

Remdil stared frozenly at the smiling elf. Of use? He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. On the other hand, it might mean she wasn't going to kill him right away... maybe. His mind raced. What did she want from him? Anything? Did she simply intend to kill him anyway? He opened his mouth, hoping to say something brilliant, but only managed a strangled, croaking sound.

The smile was hypnotic. Remdil gazed into it blindly. He'd been staring into it forever, he remembered no other life, and as far as his mind was working at all, it told him she looked like... like...

"Oh, really," a voice began. It sounded familiar... The thief! She was.. he tried to remember.. oh, yes, the horse. The inn! Remdil stared wildly around the room, himself once more. His eye fell on his hatchet. He couldn't possibly reach it from here, but it would break the lock easily. All he had to do was walk three feet across the floor and three feet back. He looked back at the manic elf.

"What is this you're babbling about?" he asked her.

[ July 16, 2002: Message edited by: Belin ]

07-16-2002, 06:23 PM	#1
Belin Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: all the wide unfriendly pathways of the world Posts: 330	Remdil stared frozenly at the smiling elf. Of use? He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. On the other hand, it might mean she wasn't going to kill him right away... maybe. His mind raced. What did she want from him? Anything? Did she simply intend to kill him anyway? He opened his mouth, hoping to say something brilliant, but only managed a strangled, croaking sound. The smile was hypnotic. Remdil gazed into it blindly. He'd been staring into it forever, he remembered no other life, and as far as his mind was working at all, it told him she looked like... like... "Oh, really," a voice began. It sounded familiar... The thief! She was.. he tried to remember.. oh, yes, the horse. The inn! Remdil stared wildly around the room, himself once more. His eye fell on his hatchet. He couldn't possibly reach it from here, but it would break the lock easily. All he had to do was walk three feet across the floor and three feet back. He looked back at the manic elf. "What is this you're babbling about?" he asked her. [ July 16, 2002: Message edited by: Belin ] __________________ "I hate dignity," cried Scraps, kicking a pebble high in the air and then trying to catch it as it fell. "Half the fools and all the wise folks are dignified, and I'm neither the one nor the other." --L. Frank Baum