From: espeon321_at_aol.com
Date: Sun Jan 04 2004 - 13:26:26 GMT
Kestrel hisses and instantly her hand changes her eyes never leave the
strange. She glances at Illyana and the others. She whispers just loud enough for
them to hear "That book seems to be bound in troll skin." She makes no other
motion uncertain of the best course of action. Her mind is racing trying to reach
a choice. Her face reflects her uncertainty though she will back uo Endok-Tuk
Nightwind is throughly puzzeled by Endok-Tuk's reception of the stranger
until Kestrel's whisper and then he simply shifts his wieght to allow him to be
ready sooner.
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