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Ydalon
The boy scanned the ford for strange currents below, and glanced up and down the river Ryr. He frowned at the younger woods on the other side of the stream, and finally turned his attention towards the group.
"Lady, gentlemen, great you get along so well now," he began.
"We reached the ford, and once we cross our agreement is ended. Those of you heading back to the village Ryndar can follow the river downstream. To the right that is. The rest of you adventuring travelers can go where you please.
Me, I'm going to Talryr. It's a city nearby and I've business there."
Ydalon turned to Isokla, smirking. There was something satisfying in swinging gates wide open, but in this he didn't trust himself completely. He thought back to the rabbit with regrets.
"I'd be delighted if the lady'd lend me a few days of her time.
"The rest of you are welcome to fall in behind, there's bound to be a need for you there, and supplies. Not to mention we'll be safer from the Lords."
Again, there was a hint of misplaced cheer in his words.
"But those plans are yours to make. I'll be there 'til morning."
He pointed across the river, and began to cross it.
[ 02-27-2006, 04:07 PM: Message edited by: Legolas ]
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