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From: itspring@mtu.edu (Ian T. Springer)
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Subject: Eleina
Date: 17 Dec 1994 12:44:02 -0500
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	She stepped in quitely, nervously.  She hoped not to be noticed.  
"How can all these people sit inside a building this close together for so
long?" she thought.  She could swear they were all watching her.  She
could swear that they all knew she was out of her element.  Her size,
not quite five foot, and her green clothing made her heretige obvious, or
so she thought.
	Eliena searched for a small table in the back, keeping careful
hold of the sack of change at her side.  "That brute had better show up
here." she snarled, scanning the room with little success.  It's hard to
find anyone in a crowded room when you are short.  She knew what this
place needed.  It needed a tree.  She hated being on the ground, she hated
the city, and if Garth did not appear soon, she was going to leave no
matter if she missed him or not.
	The front door opened, and a strange hush fell over a few of the
people sitting by the door.  It was Garth alright.  All seven foot of him.
Stupid brute.  At least she had the decency to wear clothes that covered
her completely.  Garth towered over the sitting patrons wearing only his
breeches , boots, and a brown leather backpack, handmade.  His muscular chest
heaved as he took in the air of the room.  A huge broad sword swung at his
side.  She could see that he disliked the room, too.  He gave grave looks at
those who stared while he walked by them.  
	Eleina crawled under the tables towards him, hoping to catch him
by surprise in this strange environment.  She did a tuck and roll and
smacked into someone's legs,  Black boots.  Scurrying out from under the
table in fear of being kicked, she bumped into strong legs, blue, tattered
breeches.  
	In the woods, Garth would certainly have snatched up Eleina in a
second, long before she ever touched him.  He would have heard her
comming, especially since she could not use her woodland stealth
abilities.  However, he did not, and when she hit his legs, his legs
buckled, causing him to go crashing down, knocking over the table next to
him.
	Garth looked into the face of the Dark Man with surprise, a look
hardly ever seen on Garth's face.  He stared down at Eleina with cold
anger in his eyes.  He then turned to the Dark Warrior.  "I'll fix your
table for you."
	"Bastard NEVER says he is sorry for anything." Eleina thought.

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Here's your chance, Dark Warrior.


Ian Springer
itspring@csl.mtu.edu
a.k.a. LAST WARRIOR (L.W.)