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Jas gave Maverick a small grin. "I must be going senile, because this frigging old elf doesn't know who he is." He laughed at the look Maverick gave him. "Maybe you could take me to him? Since I'm an old elf and from what you're saying I should know him." The old moon elf grinned again and waited for his answer.
Deiter thought over what Cyrus had said. He had even more questions now, but tonight wasn't the night that he would find the answers. His gaze took in the shadowed half-elf next to him. Leaning forward, his hand grasped hers, their fingers interweaving. "Ready to go back?"
[ 08-25-2002, 06:03 PM: Message edited by: Deiter Leafblade ]
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