From: Heath LEES (muddy999_at_bigpond.com)
Date: Wed Oct 08 2003 - 22:29:41 BST
Garrott turns back whilst Pean tends to Farli, glaring at Elklisee the
whole time, his thick fingers tapping a small marching beat upon the redwood
handle. Every now and then he bears his teeth and hisses, or cracks his
massive knuckles. His anger is palpable in the fact that on this occassion
he takes no interest in the setting of the nose as he usually would. Finaly
he speaks for the benefit of Pean before turning and leading the cart
onwards.
"You require a thread to be attached to the wand, that was revealed by
Mistress Mayfler and that maybe beyond her, besides, why would she take the
wand when we like fools may lead her to the greater prize and offer the
protection of a party whilst we are there. You have already demonstrated
how easily you can dispatch the illussionist...she would be foolish to cross
all of you." He shakes his head looking the Elf in the eye. "No subterfuge
and deceit flow from her like an expelled breath...I make no lie to you
Pean, the second that she raises a hand against us, I will end the issue
with finality." The big warrior holds the Elf's gaze longer. "My bones
also speak to me that the item is within the Badlands, otherwise it would
have been revealed long before now and any day longer we stand dallying at
the edge of the Badlands, is a day longer that Bush Namur is in danger. I
will be awaiting you outside the gates."
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