From: Noel Woodworth <woodync@erols.com>
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>Balefire rose in his stirrups to watch the meeting of K'tarin and his fellow
>Werre.  A faint smile hovered over his bearded lips as he saw that the meeting
>appeared friendly.  The warmage spoke just loudly enough to be heard by his
>companions.  "Those Werre were coming to attack us, or I'm a green recruit.  It
>seems as if whatever K'tarin has told them has headed that off, at least for
>now.  From what I have read of the Werre, 'tis entirely possible they resent our
>presence on this, their ancient battlefield.  Had I a choice, I should not be
>walking over their ancestors' bones at all, and perhaps they can be made
to see >that have not come to violate their tradtions, but to fulfill them.  We shall
>see."
>
>Twilight loosened her sword in its scabbard and stretched a kink out of her
>shoulder muscles.  "We have no quarrel with them, 'tis certain.  A bit more
>waiting can not be amiss; I am content to bide awhile.  J'layah and I will ride
>with you whenever you decide, swordbrother."
>
>The Dark Elf eyed the rest of the party curiously.  "Well, heroes, who among you
>will be riding with us, and who will not?"
>
"Aye, Balefire me trusted friend.  Ah would nay miss this fer the world.
Besides, the quicker we get this done with, the quicker ah kin find me a
tavern or two te wash this sand outta me mouth."  With that, Elfiran
unclasped his Long Sword and shifted in his saddle.

>Frowning slightly, the warmage noticed Alduin scrabbling frantically through a
>pouch.  "What ails you, Scribe?  Have you misplaced something?  Mayhap you
>dropped something in that hole wherein we sheltered last night?"
>