Re: response

 C>      Stopping to think a moment about the starnger's words, Carideth
 C> steps foreward, nearly slashing the poor mage Greenbolt, sheathes his
 C> blades, and extends a hand. "Welcome then stranger... dost thou wish
 C> to share our campfire ?... incidentally, how did u escape?.. "

 Greenbolt flinches at Carideth's rather (in his opinion) flashy display and
accepts his offer of hospitality.

  Stepping over to the slaver leader he looks at him with an expression that
looks mingled of anger, disgust and contempt.  "It would seem that although I
was one the leader took a personal interest in because I discovered his
secret, he must have decided that the attack on your party was more important
than making sure I was safely subdued."  He turns to Carideth and asks "Where
is his ring? As I said earlier, I have some notion of what it is and perhaps
how it came to be here."  He turns back to the slaver leader. "Never
underestimate one who is more intelligent than yourself."  


Greenbolt

Sage's Desk AD&D