OOC: Is there a name for this island? I'll begin then...
IC: Blunderbuss descended from the light into the darkness of a shadow of a nearby building. His potent senses told him that someone was coming, and so he listened; waiting. Then; footsteps. Quiet at first but getting louder. Blunderbuss watched as the figure of Nessun strolled into the dimly lit street.
The halfling almost moved to crawling on all fours as an arachnid might as he traced Nessun's footsteps across the cobbled street. Quickly, he pulled the purse hanging from Nessun's belt. He turned. Took a step to move away. Before him, stood Keal.
[ 01-18-2005, 04:03 PM: Message edited by: Blunderbuss ]
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