response
| From: | Carideth |
| To: | Greenbolt |
| Date: | Thu 22 Jul 1993 23:35 |
Stopping to think a moment about the starnger's words, Carideth steps
foreward, nearly slashing the poor mage Greenbolt, sheathes his blades, and
extends a hand. "Welcome then stranger... dost thou wish to share our campfire
?... incidentally, how did u escape?.. "
Privately thinking of the ranger goes something like this..'My these
slavers sure are impressive in their operations, although their incredible
numerical superiority seems not to help them hold prisoners....
thy ranger,
Carideth
Sage's Desk AD&D