From: Noel Woodworth Subject: Re: [PORC] Upon the Right Hand ****** Whispers. She slowed her stride a moment, then again matched the party. Holm'ka glanced at her quizically, but said no word. There they were again... or was she imagining it? The whisperings were so faint, they seemed to exist only in her head. Cold voices from somewhere below. She shook herself. She would not tell the others until she was sure. ****** "A nice bit o' work back there Balefire, me friend. Twas unfortunate thet ah did nay get te have me sword taste thet monster's blood tho'." Elfiran snickers, then continues talking, "This skulkin' around is beginnin' te get me thirsty." The high elf, then cocks his head to the side like he hears something, then shrugs, pulls out his skin of ale, takes a few swigs, and then returns it to his pack. "Next time we gets in a scrap Balefire, how's about lettin me in on the carnage? You seem te be gettin' most of the fun here." Elfiran smiles and weaves an intricate pattern in the air for a few seconds, then says, "Thet's one of me own creations. Tis a shield spell, wit a light spell thrown in fer good measure, as well as an enemy detect. Perfect fer dungeon crawlin. Course ah 'ave nay used it much lately. We must be gettin close te thet bridge thet mage wuz talkin about, cuz the hairs on the back of me neck are gettin twitchy." Elfiran noticed that Balefire could hear him, but that by the set of his jaw, he was concentrating totally on the tunnel. Whatever they would face, Elfiran was ready for, even though it appeared that he was virtually distracted. If one looked close at him, you would see that his strong, gauntleted hands were never far from the pommel of his Long Sword. Being as he was a BladeMaster with either hand, it would not matter from which direction the enemy came from, they would be met with the point of his sword. Elfiran looks back to make sure the rest of the party doesn't stray too far. The Werre, as always, looked ready to battle in an instant, and Alduin was engrossed in one of his scrolls as usual. Elfiran looks back just in time to see that the tunnel is starting to get wider. He loosens the sword in his scabbard, while his senses strain for anything out of the ordinary. "Looks like we're gettin' te the bridge Balefire. Thet worthless mage didn't lie te ye after all." Elfiran chuckles at the thought of what Balefire would have done to that mage if, indeed he had lied and Balefire had sensed it. "Tis better te not think about thet" he mumbles.....