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The door bursts from it hinges, the golden glow of torchlight enters the room. Liliara's eyes are immediatly drawn to the six elven warrior bodies scattered on the floor in blood. A figure leans in the corner, in the shadow of candlelight. His heavily muscled arm holds him up,... braced against the the wall, blood dripping from the broken shackles around his wrists. His deep set eyes glare up in her direction,....waiting, ready,..but without movement!
[This message has been edited by Bullvye (edited 09-28-2001).]
[This message has been edited by Bullvye (edited 09-28-2001).]
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