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Detheriel
Seeing Telryn fall into step behind him, Detheriel smiled and waited for the big man to catch up. Privately he was glad that Telryn had shown such restraint, proving that his initial impressions of the man were at least somewhat accurate. Besides, he thought, I would hate to waste arrows on travelling companions.
As they trudged across the field together he glanced at Telryn with a wry smile. "It shall be interesting to see if our Conscience can be provoked into revealing her true self", he ventured. Sighing, he inhaled deeply, glad that the brisk prevailing wind had pushed the smoke away from the immediate area. "Still, I'm glad all that unpleasantness is over with; the world already provides us with enough strife for any man."
Invigorated by the breeze, Detheriel reached into his pack and pulled out his last waterskin, taking a healthy swig with relish. Offering it to Telryn, he reminded himself to pause at the river to refill his supplies.
[ 01-25-2006, 03:08 PM: Message edited by: shamrock_uk ]
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