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The night was long indeed, the constant hymn of clashing swords emitting in his ears. Even the night seemed to slow, just for the sake of this battle. His mind races with thoughts, pondering who would kill him, and the reason behind it. Not knowing of any enemies that he has made, or atleast, thinks he has not made. His pale finger tips tap against his chin, tilting his head back. The prickly hay beneath him starting to annoy him. Shaking his head, the tendrils of red hair seeming to sway slightly with each movement... He simply smirks, the scent of his own blood still within his nostrils. His second sword covered with blood, while his first, was lost in the battle. 'No matter. ' He thinks to himself, having already replaced the sword with another.

Zarvak's eyes stare blankly southwards. Getting to his feet, he nods to himself, 'Whatever attacked me, is certainyl not very bright. The constant attacks, it will not make him too good of a reputation. Fingers running along his swords hilts. He decides to venture back into the forests, or another place to keep safe for the night. Knowing that the battle will be pointless, a never ending loop of attacks and the sound of footsteps chasing after one another.

"Whoever it is..." He mutters softly to himself, a smile creeping across his lips, "I will make sure is sent to the Keeper before my life ends."

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Note Number:	98	Author:	Zarvak
Date:	Mon Sep 2, 2002; 22:57:06	To:	All
Subject:	Attacks from an unknown person
The night was long indeed, the constant hymn of clashing swords emitting in his ears. Even the night seemed to slow, just for the sake of this battle. His mind races with thoughts, pondering who would kill him, and the reason behind it. Not knowing of any enemies that he has made, or atleast, thinks he has not made. His pale finger tips tap against his chin, tilting his head back. The prickly hay beneath him starting to annoy him. Shaking his head, the tendrils of red hair seeming to sway slightly with each movement... He simply smirks, the scent of his own blood still within his nostrils. His second sword covered with blood, while his first, was lost in the battle. 'No matter. ' He thinks to himself, having already replaced the sword with another. Zarvak's eyes stare blankly southwards. Getting to his feet, he nods to himself, 'Whatever attacked me, is certainyl not very bright. The constant attacks, it will not make him too good of a reputation. Fingers running along his swords hilts. He decides to venture back into the forests, or another place to keep safe for the night. Knowing that the battle will be pointless, a never ending loop of attacks and the sound of footsteps chasing after one another. "Whoever it is..." He mutters softly to himself, a smile creeping across his lips, "I will make sure is sent to the Keeper before my life ends."