<font color=darkgray>Sayn glared, processing the words of the foppish oaf. Her eyes then widened, and she turned to Zared.

"Check the bathroom for that man I was talking to before."

The boy looked puzzled, but did as he was told, he returned a moment later, looking baffled as ever.

"He dissapeared! Nowhere to be found!"

Sayn smirked and pulled the blade away from the throat of the half-orc.

"Now how do you intend to explain that, good sir?"</font>

Larry's character response:

<font color=skyblue>"Me have to here? In front of everyone? Be good elf and let me talk in other room away from people who fear me...please..."

The half-orc looked at her shadowy form then onward to find the other lady that had been speaking to this one earlier, also watching with keen interest as this drama unfolded.

This was turning into a rather fun-filled day.
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[ 01-11-2004, 06:33 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

<font color=white>It had begun as a game, but the years had melded it into a habit, a pearl of wisdom from her elderly mentor.

Looking at the brute, she remained silent, the clouds in her eyes dissipating, then gathering ~ Watch. ~ And so she would.

Her gaze began to shift between the victim and the lady who had bested him.</font>

<font color=darkgray>"Now you're trying my patience, sir."

With a dark smile she held up a hand, muttered a few infernal words and a searing white orb formed above her hand, hovering in waiting.

"You explain or I will."</font>

Larry's character response:

<font color=skyblue>"Very well...but you are ruining my fun.

The Orc spoke in the voice that the previous attractive man had used. He closed his eyes and his skin began to melt from his body in a most grotesque scene. His body jerked about in the bonds and they became looser, finally falling to the floor. Everyone suddenly realized that where an orc-man stood before, a young boy of maybe 10 years old stood now.

"Please...I only wanted to know the secret behind the mask, lady. I promise not to hurt anyone again!"

The young lad began to cry and he hid his face in his hands.</font>

[ 01-11-2004, 06:33 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

<font color=white>The deception before her eyes caused her a momentary blankout of her mind; she stood gaping, again gripping her flute as if to lose it would be to her sense of the reality.

How... ~ She shook her head disbelievingly, only to hear the continued whimperings of the pathetic child and his helpless form ~ No... I mustn't... not yet... not until I'm sure.

She steeled herself against this cry of distress, knowing that a false step could not only send herself, but everyone else into a state of vulnerability.</font>

<font color=darkgray>The globe dissapated. "Don't be a fool!"

The tiefling was about to begin casting another spell when a middle-aged half-elven man, the co-owner of the tavern, came barreling down the stairs two steps at a time.

"What in all the Hells is going on here?!"

Sayn cringed and turned toward him, calmly replying, "You've got a thief of a shifter in your bar, sir. I was about to dispose of him."</font>

[ 01-10-2004, 11:05 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]

<font color=skyblue>Markul

The little boy spoke up, no longer feigning his tears...yet he kept his boyish voice.

"Sir! Pardon me, but this dangerous and hooded lady attacked me with powerful spells and threatens to slay me here in your tavern where people were eating and enjoying themselves! If I have broken a law, take me to your jail...but please save me from this crazy elf!"</font>

<font color=darkgray>Zared spoke up now.

"Dad, the lady's right. This guy was a half-orc a minute ago!" People around the tavern nodded, watching the shifter with uneasy eyes.

Deiter rubbed his sinuses and muttered, "D'oh..."

He then made his way down the rest of the stairs. "There's no need for that." He looked down at the 'little boy.' "Why don't you go ahead and tell the truth then?"</font>

<font color=white>She surveyed the room, her nerves calmer than before with the appearance of the elder half-elf and his willingness to give the trickster the benefit of the doubt.

No doubt, all will be explained in good time. ~ She moved slightly closer to the hooded figure, her eyes fixed upon the naughty prankster.</font>