Detheriel
Detheriel blinked slightly, surprised at the sudden aggression shown by the tall warrior after the warmth he had seen before.
He regarded the man lying on the floor with some curiosity but was mindful of the increased pressure on his arm from Isokla. Shifting uneasily he glanced back towards the guards at the gate. "My friends, I fear we have dallied long enough. Bring him with us if necessary but time is running out."
[ 07-26-2005, 07:54 PM: Message edited by: shamrock_uk ]
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