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Media: graphite "Fuming, he whirled about and yanked the door back open. Contrary to any thoughts of his own safety he may have had, Widdlethorp marched up to glare at the Dark Elf female straight in the knees. 'Nobody uses that word with me! Not even a white-haired, black-hearted, blue-skinned, foul-smellin', filth-ridden, card-carryin', Teir'Dal!' The old wizard spat his words. Dreketh looked down at the Gnome at her feet, taken aback. The little man was trembling with fury. Standing up tall, the shadow knight glanced over to Laera, silently garnering the Wood Elf's take on all this. Laera merely shrugged in a noncommittal way." ~ From "The Pact Of Zeranon" by D. Edward Bowen Prints: N/A
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