From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Mon Aug 25 2003 - 15:19:57 BST
Lenora looks at Garrott, her eyes large. "You have to be kidding me. I've
nothing against nature, but... uhh.. Isn't dinner going to be a bit awkward?" Her
attention shifts from Garrott to the dwarf. "I mean, don't you get sun burned
little guy? Drafty? Would you like a scarf? I've a lovely purple silk one
that'd make quite a catchy loin cloth." Lenora digs through her pack until she
produced the scarf and offered it to Zoot. "Catches the eye of the dwarven
ladies, my friend. You might want to keep it handy. Maybe there'll be an armload of
little Zoots running around Barsaive one day.."
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