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THE TAVERN
Nooooooooo! Stay away from me! The whispers! The voices -- somebody keep them away from me! Noooooooooo! Clutching his head an adventurer runs out of the building, leaving behind his weapons and coin, and adds the shrieking of his voice to the noise of the storm. Terror has robbed the others of movement. Bartleby slumps to the floor beside the bar, his stormy bluster replaced by a numb silence. Maria, her entire body trembling, clings to him and sobs.
Yes! O yes! How fortunate for me that I sensed his power on the winds. So much he has left for me here. This is so much better – so much more .... hmmm ...... civilized ..... than those lonely places he wanders. He must have been weaker than I had thought to have come here .... hmmm ..... Ah, but I distract myself and there are flavors here yet to be tasted.
[ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
[ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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