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by L124RD » Wed Aug 28, 2002 11:14 pm
Salutations,
"You think that your pitiful accusations of good lucks will make me lose sight of my goal?" the cloaked figure suddenly croaks out. His voice returns to its normal, low raspy state as it forces out, "only a few things short of death will make me lose sight of my objective. These things are only things that will stop my progress entirely, or get me to it." He steps forward, his head bent up, his back hunched so that he may look into the eyes of the one who mocked him. "remember that, and you won't have to deal with my dagger."