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| | August 10th 2004 (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-26) |
 | | Forcas, his cloak of deep, rich purple swirling about him of its own accord, strides along into the entrance hall of the temple; pausing for a moment to sweep his gaze over the chamber, he settles it upon the cleric's form, raising his voice just enough to carry, "Father Trejo?" |
 | | Forcas can't help a quiet chuckle from rising up his throat, a rather dry look cast towards the elven artificer and the simple offer made-- "Would you like me to incapacitate him, Lady Sandiel?" |
 | | Forcas, shaking his head slowly, turns to head along towards the gates of the cemetary once more; calling back after him, "I'll come by in the morning with that object, Father Trejo..." |
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