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Message: Emoticon Listing HTML Help	[quote]The door creaks, as it is opened from the outside. Sunlight pours into the shanty place, as Nacleyen makes her way into the building. As the door closes behind her and the light readjusts, she walks slowly, but methodically up to the counter. Her wild blue eyes bore intensely into the 'tendress, her lush mouth open softly, as if to speak. "Do you have some hearty ale?" her voice dark and husky, as if she has seen one too many battles. She sits upon one of the stools, her tall 6 foot frame seems out of place for some reason, as does her flaming orage hair. A strange one, she is.[/quote]
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Nacleyen

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replied on: 5/22/2003 3:03:39 PM

The door creaks, as it is opened from the outside. Sunlight pours into the shanty place, as Nacleyen makes her way into the building. As the door closes behind her and the light readjusts, she walks slowly, but methodically up to the counter. Her wild blue eyes bore intensely into the 'tendress, her lush mouth open softly, as if to speak.

"Do you have some hearty ale?" her voice dark and husky, as if she has seen one too many battles.

She sits upon one of the stools, her tall 6 foot frame seems out of place for some reason, as does her flaming orage hair. A strange one, she is.

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