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Isaura notices that someone is staring at her. Glancing at him, she sees that it is a tawny-haired boy with peculiar eyes. It seems that they are golden, and he is smiling an odd smile, as if they shared a secret. He motions with his head, and she almost involuntarily takes a step towards him. When she does, he comes right over and lays his head confidentially against hers. She is conscious of an almost musky smell, not at all unpleasant. He says, in a whisper: "I see that you have come with your friends to rescue the princess. A laudible goal, but there is another just as fair, that lies dying not a day's march from here. Can you help her? She is my sister."
[ 06-27-2002, 09:46 AM: Message edited by: Attalus ]
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