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(ooc: Since no one else has taken further action so far, I'll post ahead...)
The only response that he gets is a series of wheezing and grunts. As he glances around, he notices that the creatures circling himself and his men seem to be just as curious as they are.
Clenching his fists, he begins to wonder how they may extricate themselves from this tight situation. Grimly, his left hand reaches into a hidden compartment of his cloak and draws out a few gold pieces. ~ Let's hope this works... ~
This time, he makes no sound and unclenches his fist to reveal the offer of truce. His sharp ears detecting the murmurs of his men, he whips his right hand behind to silence them.
Once again, the seconds tick away. Beads of perspiration begin to form on the temples of his head...
[ 11-17-2001: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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