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Yevaud
watching the owl out of the corner of his eye Yevaud noticed several strange things about the bird, for instance, it flew like it was wounded, or perhaps fresh out of the nest, very strange indeed. but there were more important things about. Yevaud followed the elf maid, his cloak freshly pulled up, and over his shoulders, allowed to fall together at the front, with one hand resting with more than casual ease upon his axes, his focus on his sword was his life and his livelihood, but he'd learned long ago that to rely upon one weapon solely was to invite death. The warrior kept behind and to the left of the priestess, acknowledging her station, as he warily surveyed the damage. "You know, none of this would have happened if you lived in trees, in harmony with nature as Correlon intended."
ooc: yes he's an ass, but he's elven, so it's normal
[ 02-16-2005, 01:35 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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