From: espeon321_at_aol.com
Date: Sun Sep 28 2003 - 03:58:39 BST
You all meet back at the inn that afternoon to swap tales of your
experiences. Garrott tells you of the sale of his broadsword and body shield as he wants
to favour a larger weapon. Only to have the T'skrang weaponsmith pay a
minimal amount for the weapon and shield and then refuse to haggle for the
warhammer that he wished to purchase. He tells you how he would have beaten some
sense into the fellow if their had not been a contingent of guards following him
around the market.
Rose grins at him "Get a crystal battle axe in troll size like mine Garrot
then you'll have a grand weapon." She looks at him smiling and more than bit
prideful over her axe
To the rest though curious she makes no comment on it.
As Shalandra does her final check of Shalamar, fussing over every small
detail, a windling drops from the roof of the inn. "Whooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
I am glad to have caught you!!!! Had you not been here I would have been in
for it!!!! Go and find you he said! OK I said but the sun was so warm and
the air currents strong! I just lost track of the time. But all is well. You
are still all here and you can come now! Follow me! The Master has left
gifts for you all! Will you follow? Please?" The small windling, dark brown
hair clad in leather armour strapped with minute buckles across his torso. A
pale blue tatoo that reminds you of the rising sun is marked across his brow,
above his left eye. In his hand he clasps a bow tightly, with a quiver slung
from his shoulder, a knife strapped to his leg. He sports a huge smile, one
that reads relief at finally finding you all before you had left the city.
Rose looks at the windling curious and shows how impulsive she can be "Sure
I'll come with. What name do you go by? And who is your master?" She also tries
to see if she can place the tattoo. She is smiling and in good spirits today
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