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The door of the Tower of Sorcery suddenly creaks open, and you hear a slight moan. The door closes hurriedly.</font>

"No, I think we should leave him there to be killed by the mages. Of course we should join him!"

*Olark is startled by the sound. Then he looks across the street to the Inn.*

*He mutters somthing in Elfven, then starts to draw his axe*

"Hey! No need to get angry! Let's join him then." Neb stands up and walks towards the door.

(ooc: Please take turns to post until you enter some other building. Erm... could any of you let me know wheh it's time to make a new thread?

I'm afraid of getting out of this one to check, as it may cause my Netscape to hang and I'll be stuck trying to get in...)

(OOC: We've still got about 25 posts till we reach 150.)

OOC:I will let you know mistral, sure.

IC: Olark continues too wait. He picks up a rock from the street and starts sharping his axe. Then looks back at the door to the Tower of Sorcerery.

"I wasn't getting angry. It's called being sarcastic."

As Neb walked out of the door he said to Seph, "But you wouldn't have used sarcasm in that way if you were completely calm and happy, would you? So I guessed that you were a bit angry." Neb looked towards the tower and, seeing Olark outside, walked towards him.

*Olark spots Neb and Sep*

"Ah, there you are. Somthing is defantly going on in that tower."