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Re: The Cleansing
(ooc: flap, I gave a basic description in my post. If you weren't quite quick enough to pick up on it, not my problem. I'm not going to post a character sheet on page 7. That's just tacky. )
Kalthas glanced at Volthar, then moved his hands to a less threatening position. Damn elves, can't say hello without turning it into some kind of metaphor.... "Apologizes, master elf. Old habits die hard, and this part of the land is troubled at the best of times. But all should be well, once we find shelter under the mountains." And if the dwarves don't kill us out of hand, thinking us spies of Vicotnik.
(ooc: I don't know if any of you are familiar with this, but italics in my posts represent thoughts. Just an FYI)
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