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As caleb's now battered remains slam into the wall to the right of the door,
the door creaks open to reveal a tall slender form standing in the portal.
Quiet settles over the common room, as the shadowy, semi-transperent figure glides into the room.
His dark grey, translucent robes, are undesturbed by the draft that runs through the bar. He hands his staff to the bartender, a great arc of energy springs from his palm to link with the staff, as if not wishing to relinquish this great and obviously powerful artifact.
As his cold, sterile gase flowes over the crowd, all the ruckus and chaos stops as wary eyes glance at this mysterious figure. His eyes settle on on person in particular: Melusine.
With an aura of power that betrays his tall, lean, and almost frail physique,
he moved across the room in her direction. Those who gazed upon this translusent figure could not say if his feet actually touched the ground or not...
His pace slowed as he neared Melusine, and soon came to a halt.
Subconsiously everyone held their breath at the sight of the archmagus towering over the still sitting Melusine.
To the astonishment of the entire tavern, the figure bent to one knee, took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. and he whispered in a clear, seemingly uncaring voice, that, though quiet, carried accross the entire common room like a tsunomi. "My lady," he said. "I am known as Malavon"
"Might i share a glass of elven wine with you?"
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The secret of destruction is simple...
Everything burns.
[This message has been edited by Malavon (edited 05-19-2001).]
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