Kaz listens to Larry stonily, face unreadable. She sits down in a chair, hands twitching slightly. Her eyes seem to catch the light in a strange way.
OOC: Larry, you are treading on verrrry dangerous ground here...
Bye Mistral! Sleep well! (we are NEVER going to manage NWN, are we?)
EDIT: Aargh! This is in response to your previous post!
[This message has been edited by Kaz (edited 10-15-2001).]