Re: Portal In The Freelancers Tavern *a red headed bard squints and looks around the portal. Noticing this fallen piece of paper she picks it up and dusts it off, and reads it over. Her mouth twitches slightly, but she tacks it back up on the wall next to the portal. Standing back she looks at it, and shakes her head. She moves it to a different more visible place on the wall, and stands back looking at it once more. Narrowing her eyes at the note and then at the portal, she turns, scooping up an infant and moving back through the tavern, resuming her cleaning duties.*
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~Etienne Navarre: This lady... Did she perhaps have a name? Phillipe: Not that she mentioned, why? Etienne Navarre: Well, she may wander into my dreams. Wouldn't it be nice, if I could call her by name and pretend we've met before? I've waited a long time for such a lady.
~Ladyhawke |