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Upon hearing the creatures words Eceil’s withered face takes a startled look. This is only for a second, though, and after staring at the creature for a moment his battered features return to their dull gaze. Slowly he rubs his eye sockets, as if suddenly awakening from some long dream.
“Your good with the force, I’ll give you that, but you really aren’t that smart. Here’s a word of advice for you, Nautolan. People don’t like you telling them what their feelings are, and they sure as hell won’t trust someone who’s prying into their heads. So do yourself a favor and keep out of my mind, if you can help yourself, and I won’t go fishing around in yours. I promise."
[ 04-10-2005, 07:22 PM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]
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