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The globe dissapated. "Don't be a fool!"
The tiefling was about to begin casting another spell when a middle-aged half-elven man, the co-owner of the tavern, came barreling down the stairs two steps at a time.
"What in all the Hells is going on here?!"
Sayn cringed and turned toward him, calmly replying, "You've got a thief of a shifter in your bar, sir. I was about to dispose of him."
[ 01-10-2004, 11:05 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]
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