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Date Posted: 21:27:34 01/10/03 Fri
Author: Zane||Lome
Subject: Uh-oh...
In reply to: Tsuga/Tavie 's message, "Approach." on 18:46:45 01/10/03 Fri

The huge red squeezed into the cavern to listen to Kwynn's announcement. A low growl of approval rumbled deep in his throat, but he kept it quiet in respect for the many people and dragons crammed into the hall. Soon he would fight Rokor, as dragons were created to!

Zane drifted closer to the main group of riders to hear Kwynn better. Listening to his �speech� with pleasure, the boy began to smile again with a vicious pleasure. Soon would be the time to repay the Rokor for all the deaths they had caused in his defenseless home village. Oh yes, the Rokor would pay dearly!

The young man watched as other drew out weapons, mostly magnificent swords. Zane wondered at the finely crafted weapons, shocked by the wondrous things his fellow riders possessed. Aye, well, I like my sword just fine. It may not be anything special to look at, but it works well. His hand strayed to his hip, where his sword hung, but it met air, not the familiar hilt of his sword. Zane�s groping hands frantically patted his hip, searching for the missing sword. He swore softly, remembering that he had left it in his chamber to clean, and that his dagger, bow and quiver were lying beside it.
-Hey, Lome?- He asked.
|What is it, Zane?| The dragon responded distractedly, still daydreaming about the upcoming battle.
-Can you do me a favor?- Zane asked. When Lome agreed, he explained his predicament. The dragon agreed, and lumbered off in the direction of their quarters.

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Replies:

.startled. -- Saleeann Imelle, 08:57:01 01/11/03 Sat

Broad smile. -- Tsuga/Tavie, 12:43:53 01/11/03 Sat

.nod. -- Saleeann and Imelle, 16:51:33 01/12/03 Sun
- Chuckle. -- Tsuga/Tavie, 14:28:24 01/14/03 Tue
  - .smile. -- Saleeann and Imelle, 08:47:31 01/24/03 Fri