From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Wed Nov 12 2003 - 19:47:14 GMT
Somehow Lenora was comforted by Garrott's words. Instead she found herself
wondering exactly how many enemies there were, where they were, WHAT they were..
Feeling her fears begin to well up she tested them against her inner edge and
let them sheer off into the nothingness from whence they came. She was a
swordmaster. Her edge showed in her wit, her tongue, and today her bravery for not
cringe at the anticipated 'it is a good day to die' speech that someone in
the party would surely give.
She wanted to laugh out loud and dispel all her fears. And probably would
have, except that would surely alert every monster and it's mother's uncle to
where they were. So she smirked quietly in the darkness. It was a good day. But
the hell if she'd be dying.
"We're all here with you big guy, don't worry." She says, patting the
obsidaman on the arm.
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