In a message dated 10/14/2000 12:49:30 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
<< A voice came from behind Grohn, whispery, soft, and light, neither
female nor male. "What would your thoughts accomplish dear old Grohn? Is the
life within a cell really what you seek? Until your last breath leaves you?"
The figure within the shadows knew the answers to its questions, knew how
Grohn felt. He was old, tired and knew nothing more of life than that of a
cell. The six feet by eight feet of his normal confines.
The figure watched, dark wings resting and settling behind it as Grohn
paced about, crystal blue eyes that now seemed to glow faintly in the light
looking over him. "I could give you a new beginning. A chance to reclaim
that which was lost. Or I could merely give you release. It is your choice.
Your decision." The figure folded its hands before itself. waiting for the
answers that it knew would come. >>
Grohn leaned against the doorway, silent for a few heartbeats until the
suprise wore off. Still, he did not react. He was from Drache, after all,
and had stranger things happen to him before.
He glanced toward where his sword should be, but remembered it was gone.
He wrapped his hand around the bottom of his tunic, still facing the
window.
"And I suppose you couldn't be more specific?" he asked, then sighed
deeply.
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