As I come to a sign I am tired, My limps keep ripping and falling off. That damn left arm doesn't wanna heal even in under the moonlit night. The sign reads, "Pyke, a family commuity, No JERKS or Magog allies!", well I guess I can break one rule.
Two Mukodons sit at the gaited entrance
Dusk: Hello, I am here as a visitor; my name is of no concern to you. I am from the far west and am very tired.
MG1: We must at least see your face, We have to see if your from the Magog or not. No in unless you take the hood of that cloak friend.
Dusk: Taking hood off he reveals the skull of a slig ontop his head...
[ August 08, 2001: Message edited by: Dakkan Blackblade ]
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