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Silt 29/80
A look of disbelief could be seen by any perceptive enough to look. Silt found himself behind bars. Behind bars when he should have been helping Larry. What did this elf think he was doing? Storming in and leaving Silt with no chance to hunt the Drow and no chance to find Larry. Anger built. The aggravation, he found, was heavily augmented by the fact that he was after this pair, rather than for any personal warrant. Calm, sooth yourself; he heard the message coming from his mind. It was true. He was by default friendly, and after all, it could be worse. At least an offensive spell hadn’t been cast. Yet. Silt turned to the elf, and his apparent minions and stared him in the eye, a look first of inquisition, slowly turning to a vague accusation. He spoke. “I am sorry if I crossed an unforeseeable line, but there is no reason to keep me in a cage. I am not a pet. I don’t know what you are planning; all I know is that I need to find Larry, as I set out, and the Drow Kynnen is probably escaping the castle at this very moment, has he not already. Still, if you wish to waste time holding me for how ever long you see fit, I cannot stop you. Know this though.” He paused, leaving a moment for things to settle. “You are putting many lives in danger, quite the contradiction to what you probably think. I am no Drow, but in fact an elf of ages passed and ages present. I seek to help the one named Larry, and rid these lands of the evil Shadow Mage. What is your goal?”
He waited.
edit:missed a word!
[ 04-09-2005, 02:17 PM: Message edited by: RoSs_bg2_rox ]
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