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*plays around with buttons, too* *screams* EEEEK!!!! that's just crazy! :uhoh:

green and green

esme Jonas' actions cause Esme to break out of her deep funk to remember her own crossbow. She takes the bow out and loads it. After taking careful aim, she shoots forth the bolt at the same creature that was hit before.

Esme the bitter Esme listens without expression, carefully trying not to appear too eager to retain the company she's been keeping lately. She casually shrugs her shoulder as if to indicate having no better plan for the moment... these people let me ... don't ask too many intrusive...

esme the bitter Esme winces sympathetically as she watches Galed pull himself up off the ground. As he leaves the ring, she smiles with grim compassion at him, saying, "Ya okay? that HAD to hurt...." she hands him what's left of her drink to replenish himself somewhat before going off to...

actually, paxus, I'm kinda glad to hear (read?) that: I'm going home (for the first time in a year and a half :D ) to the states for a couple of weeks (12/19-1/7) and my internet access during that time will be spotty at best... :( however, I will make every effort to keep up - feel free...

esme the bitter Watching various bouts in a desultory fashion, Esme's become a little bored with her own gloomy thoughts for company. Her interest quickens a bit when her comrades are pitted against each other. After Kai-Moash has been brought crashing down by the incredibly fast Blade...

Esme the bitter Esme idly watches some of the various matches, vaguely impressed by the obvious skills of her companions. After a while, she becomes a little bored - men and their little contests of strength ... as if that's what real valor is... - and wanders off to find some refreshment...

me, too, although esme will probably just be drinking whiskey in the pub ... to keep warm ;) .

Esme the bitter Esme remains sitting in the background shadows, but the whiskey has warmed her enough for her to allow a mild smile at Tenkar's banter. She idly wonders to herself what kind of competitions there will be on the morrow, knowing full well that her strength is not such as would be...

:eek: oooh! it really works!!

Sipping the warm whiskey from the mug she holds, Esme looks longing at the hearth across the room and the filled tables near it. I'm still so cold... She glances at the faen whose table they invaded. much quieter than most I've met... looks kinda sad too... I wonder why... She seems to...

Esme the bitter Esme hurries after the men in an effort to catch up with them before they get too far. Bitterly, she reflects upon the unwanted attention she has received in the past as an unaccompanied woman, and the necessary rudeness with which she defended her solitude. Tonight at least...

As Esme listens to their banter of taverns, her eyes momentarily seems to glow red as she thinks of a hot whiskey sliding down to warm her belly.

do not assume this is your beautiful house do not assum... oh, wait.... wrong reference... :(