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Submitted: 18 March 2000 Highwaymen by Seorda Lyba'swar (Crystal Hand Fortress, Therengia: Dolefaren 360)A wind blows in through the door of the bar and Baresh turns his head, just in time to see a figure wrapped in shadows sit down. With a sigh, the elf orders a pint of something strong and begins to unload her soul. "I was recently stalking through Riverhaven when I heard the lines "You stole from an empath" reverberate around me. Having settled quietly into the darkness, this, needless to say, shocked me out of my complacency. I may be a thief and I confess to several dark deeds during my days, but I would never stoop to holding people up and threatening them for their money. Particularly when my target was an empath. I hold great affection for these healers, having been saved from death more times than I can count on my remaining finges, and was disturbed by Attax, the thief who stole, when he admitted to robbing people in swampies at practically knifepoint. It turns out, he had had hypnotize cast on the empath's husband, so he could not defend her, and then proceeded to empty their pockets. Although I usually keep to myself and practice my arts on my own, I feel that I did need to put in my two coppers and assure others that there is some honor among thieves. What little we have, we treasure, and we will punish those who transgress." Seorda swirls her cloak around her shoulders and once again vanishes into the shadows, leaving only the door swinging behind her.
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