*Shadow steps down from his steed Twilight's back, considering how steady the stallion's breathing is after the long run behind them* "Go, find a glade this night and refresh yourself," said he. He knew from the clearness in the air that the moon and stars would be bright indeed tonight, and that his companion would be good for another three days after such an event. Who would have thought the Moondog would introduce him to a companion from that plane? Surely he was blessed in finding the figurine.
As he walks up to the door, he glances curiosly at the sign. The Sunnyvaile Sump it says. It sounded like a good place for a drink to him. Shadow stepped into the inn, and quickly glanced around while his bulk was still framed by the sunlight outside, making him indistinct while the inhabitants were easily visible. His gaze passed over the solitary warrior, a soldier if Shadow's guess was worth a plugged nickel, and it was, and continued across the excitable halfling, surly dwarf, a non selfpossesed man in fine robes, was he a magus?, and an elf whose type he knew well. There was an archer of no mean skill, a man to ride the river with. As his gaze continued on, it came to rest on a singularly lovely woman with a rather less gentle appearing sword on her hip. ahhh it was good to see a lady with a touch of class in this establishment.
As he stepped into the room, he caught the surprised expression on the barmaid's face. He knew what she saw: not a lean, 6 foot man of 205 pounds, little of it fat, and a complexion darkened by sun and wind, but a disembodied head glancing curiously at her. a trick of the armor, that, it had the ability to camouflage him in any terrain.
OOC: to be continued
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"Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." - Lennon
[This message has been edited by Prime2U (edited 10-25-2001).]