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The wood chips hanging from the door hinges squeek as a soft wind blows in. A few turn to see a slim figure outfitted in Studded Leather. The young Elf reaches to his face, and pulls his hood back, revealing a face of beauty. Everything except the scar across his left eye. The Elf scans the room, and spots his Elven friend. He walks over and sits down next to her. "A little cold are you? Here take this to wrap yourself in.." As he says this, he removes his Robe of Blending, and places it upon her shoulders. The Assassin darts his eyes to the many corners of the bar, taking note of the people around him. One in particular catches his eye. A man wielding a sword, an ackward sword at that, and a Bag of Holding. *Ah yes...* He thinks to himself.
[This message has been edited by Nanobyte (edited 09-06-2001).]
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