"Er, thanks." Responded Aeriah actually looking taken aback, "But I fear that I miss the meaning of your words... problems? I have no problems other then my lack of memory, Drusalia..." Coughing slightly, Aeriah feigned needing water, taking a long draught from his wineskin... Spluttering, he coughed again, "I mislaid my waterskin.. oh dear." closing his eyes, he shook his head, "Regardless I think we should um, continue with our journey." With that, the elf grabbed his cloak and fastened it, and without another word, his eyes unreadable, but a panicked light within them, judging from the way his eyes kept paranoidly darting around looking for danger, he set off, without a backwards glance, leaving Jena to pack the tent. "I'll, uh, go scout..."
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OOC: Edit, missed a tag
[ 11-29-2004, 03:22 PM: Message edited by: Calaethis Dragonsbane ]
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