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Pen N Popper · 05-24-06, 12:24 PM

Augra, 1400
Dusk settled on Hlint and still Bumblebee did not move. He crouched at the corner of the smithy closest to the real estate building with aching muscles. The breeze ruffled the weeds he hid in and carried the scent of a campfire from the west. Oh, how he longed to be sitting beside it. But it was not yet time to approach the halfling Jennara. It was unsafe to do so.
A couple days prior a bird had delivered a letter from Jennara in response to his query on the notice board in the Wild Surge Inn. Though he had not had the chance to introduce himself that day, she was at least known by sight to him. She was coordinating relief efforts for the Kingdom of Roldem; surely a fascinating story was behind that. Over the following days he kept a keen eye out for her presence in Hlint. And there she was, buta few steps away speaking with a winged man and a few others. So close, but dangerously far.
Bumblebee's heart raced as he caught sight of yet another drow. They milled about, spoke and were spoken to as equals by other dragon called. Even a simple brownie growing up in Pranzis knew the horrors that the drow stood for. With a shiver he tried to think back to Rayenoir's teachings and pull the building's shadows around him like a cloak.
The hours past until, at last, the drow left through the gates. Stretching his cramped legs, Bumblebee scurried across the path to the bench. He waited, listening to Jennara speak with the couple others near her. Her voice always soft, like a whisper. Curious.
With a start, Bumblebee realized he was surrounded. Others had approached from behind him along the path. As they greeted one another with familiar names, Bumblebee slid into the shadow beneath the archer's platform. Quietly he moved away. So many people and a life that now demanded he meet them.

05-24-06, 12:24 PM	#5
Pen N Popper Lich Characters Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 1,406 Thanks: 98 Thanked 280 Times in 98 Posts	RE: Bumblebee Augra, 1400 Dusk settled on Hlint and still Bumblebee did not move. He crouched at the corner of the smithy closest to the real estate building with aching muscles. The breeze ruffled the weeds he hid in and carried the scent of a campfire from the west. Oh, how he longed to be sitting beside it. But it was not yet time to approach the halfling Jennara. It was unsafe to do so. A couple days prior a bird had delivered a letter from Jennara in response to his query on the notice board in the Wild Surge Inn. Though he had not had the chance to introduce himself that day, she was at least known by sight to him. She was coordinating relief efforts for the Kingdom of Roldem; surely a fascinating story was behind that. Over the following days he kept a keen eye out for her presence in Hlint. And there she was, buta few steps away speaking with a winged man and a few others. So close, but dangerously far. Bumblebee's heart raced as he caught sight of yet another drow. They milled about, spoke and were spoken to as equals by other dragon called. Even a simple brownie growing up in Pranzis knew the horrors that the drow stood for. With a shiver he tried to think back to Rayenoir's teachings and pull the building's shadows around him like a cloak. The hours past until, at last, the drow left through the gates. Stretching his cramped legs, Bumblebee scurried across the path to the bench. He waited, listening to Jennara speak with the couple others near her. Her voice always soft, like a whisper. Curious. With a start, Bumblebee realized he was surrounded. Others had approached from behind him along the path. As they greeted one another with familiar names, Bumblebee slid into the shadow beneath the archer's platform. Quietly he moved away. So many people and a life that now demanded he meet them.