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Her leather encased feet quickly rap against the dirt beneath, moving silently along the trail leading back to Hartland. How long has it been since she has set foot within the city? Having been exploring the forest north of Tamarang, and finding herself lost within the never ending trees for days. The sun is still painful against her eyes. Her cloak is drawn tightly against her frail body beneath, having only enough food and water to last a few weeks, not anywhere near as long as she had been within the woods.

Shakes her head, a soft giggle escaping her now pale lips. Her flesh itself is pale, having had little to no sunlight upon her body. Even her fighting skills may have been drained, having had little need to fight, the creatures within the woods friendly enough. She is mentally weak, as well as physical. Using magic to sustain her life essence, making mushrooms... God, the mushrooms, the taste forever etched into her memory now.

Her eyes look upwards, the familar gates of the city in the distance... Hartland. Shaking her head, she stumbles into the city. Moving past the guards, and quickly heading towards the inn, tossing the few gold pieces she had with her onto the counter and moving to sleep, locking the door behind her securely.

OOC- Just explaining as to why she was gone for so long IC.

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Note Number:	115	Author:	Verissa
Date:	Fri Oct 4, 2002; 21:31:47	To:	All
Subject:	Return of a Cleric
Her leather encased feet quickly rap against the dirt beneath, moving silently along the trail leading back to Hartland. How long has it been since she has set foot within the city? Having been exploring the forest north of Tamarang, and finding herself lost within the never ending trees for days. The sun is still painful against her eyes. Her cloak is drawn tightly against her frail body beneath, having only enough food and water to last a few weeks, not anywhere near as long as she had been within the woods. Shakes her head, a soft giggle escaping her now pale lips. Her flesh itself is pale, having had little to no sunlight upon her body. Even her fighting skills may have been drained, having had little need to fight, the creatures within the woods friendly enough. She is mentally weak, as well as physical. Using magic to sustain her life essence, making mushrooms... God, the mushrooms, the taste forever etched into her memory now. Her eyes look upwards, the familar gates of the city in the distance... Hartland. Shaking her head, she stumbles into the city. Moving past the guards, and quickly heading towards the inn, tossing the few gold pieces she had with her onto the counter and moving to sleep, locking the door behind her securely. OOC- Just explaining as to why she was gone for so long IC.