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<blockquote data-quote="Tom Cashel" data-source="post: 427986" data-attributes="member: 321">The Shade's eyes narrow, and the room seems to grow darker for a moment.&quot;My kind?&nbsp; It is so like the children of Faerun to make assumptions about an individual based on the reputation of his people.&nbsp; And moreover, to make faulty assumptions based on false information.&quot;A wizard is dead.&nbsp; Right now, you are the prime suspect.&nbsp; Indeed, the amount of witnesses present at the murder scene renders your casual claims nearly laughable.&nbsp; Your scoffing manner leads me to believe that perhaps you could have done this.&nbsp; You seem unwilling to present any evidence to the contrary.&quot;But I see there is little point in speaking with you, Master Foxhound. You have made up your mind about who I am--based on my appearance, perhaps, or on some rumor spread among alehouses--and do not see the need in humoring me. This is a sad thing, actually.&nbsp; Because I hold the key to your freedom.&quot;Giraldus turns and leaves the room.&nbsp; You hear doors locking in the darkness.&nbsp; The single candle's flame flickers.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Tom Cashel, post: 427986, member: 321"] The Shade's eyes narrow, and the room seems to grow darker for a moment. "My [i]kind[/i]? It is so like the children of Faerun to make assumptions about an individual based on the reputation of his people. And moreover, to make [i]faulty[/i] assumptions based on false information. "A wizard is dead. Right now, you are the prime suspect. Indeed, the amount of witnesses present at the murder scene renders your casual claims nearly laughable. Your scoffing manner leads me to believe that perhaps you [i]could[/i] have done this. You seem unwilling to present any evidence to the contrary. "But I see there is little point in speaking with you, Master Foxhound. You have made up your mind about who I am--based on my appearance, perhaps, or on some rumor spread among alehouses--and do not see the need in humoring me. This is a sad thing, actually. Because I hold the key to your freedom." Giraldus turns and leaves the room. You hear doors locking in the darkness. The single candle's flame flickers. [/QUOTE]

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