Baldar the wizard slowly turned toward Mavirr's direction and shook his head the way an instructor does when a student speaks out of turn. After a slight pause, he finally spoke.
"I hate to crap all over your happiness speech, sir bard, but I must confess that I choose not to...", he paused seaching for the right word. "divulge any information about myself that I deem unnessesary to the task at hand. I am here in the capacity of a wizard. This means that I will use magic to gather information, to heal and to blow things apart. That is all you need to know at this time. If the situation calls for it, I will speak more. Until that time, leave me in peace."
Baldar then addressed Soriun.
"Dwarf. Earlier you asked me which god I follow. Well, which of your gods is the patron of fine wine? He or she would be the one I follow at the moment for I am thirsty and my cup is empty."
With that, Baldar turned to face the hearth.
Last edited by SplitPersonality1 : 06-20-2004 at 04:23 AM.
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