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<t>"Ha ha ha. Aye. You could say that she is. But, she is most definitely not some common house cat. This cat is my loyal friend. She can use any spell that I can, thus making just as formidable a mage as myself. Plus her wisdom and foresight has saved us both on more than one occasion." Lorran said...

Indeed.

"Not a chance! How about you? Got any saddle-sores yet?"

Fair tidings to you, Lady Arruanna. You seem to be quite the kind-hearted individual. I hope our paths cross in one of the "Roleplaying" strands one day.

<t>"A flying horse! Now that IS interesting!" Lorran shouted up at Zazzt, who was now straight up above him on his ethereal steed, while continuing his run. Jeanne now sprinted at his side and mewed to make her presence known. "It appears that we have a drow of many talents on our hands, eh, Jeanne?...

<t>"Indeed, my friend. However, I have other means of travel. I've never been one for horses." Saying this Lorran uttered a sharp command word. It seemed to have no affect, at first. Lorran turned toward Zazzt, bid him farewell, and ran, faster than any steed, off through the dark woods. Jeanne, the...

"Perhaps. Perhaps."

<t>"Magic has always been a part of me. I simply serve Mystra, when I can, and she supports me, when she can. My history is long, as I am about...87, as of last winter," Lorran said this with a slight grin, his appearance showing him to be no more than around 17 or so. "No. Neither you nor I have th...

"A thousand pardons, sir. I had absolutely no intention of opening old wounds." Lorran said, giving the once noble drow a bow of apology and respect.

"Seems everything can mislead one these days, eh, Lord Zazzt?" Lorran stated, glancing cautiously toward the drow.

"That is very true, and I myself have had that said to me many times. However, my intuition has most often proved to be correct. And to answer your other question, to the naked eye, you do appear to be a common highway man."

"I doubt this Lady has anything to fear from common bandits."

<t>Well, he seems friendly, he said in Jeanne's mind. "Me? I like to see myself as...well-versed in the study of Arcana, as far as that subject is concerned. I wander occasionally, as I have been this night. I was led to your camp by the sound of music. Did you notice it?" Lorran said, turning away ...

"My name is Lorran, good Sir Drow. Might I know your's and your companions' names. It seems only proper that you give me yours." Lorran said, hoping these drow weren't prone to violence.

<t>"You hear that, Jeanne?" Lorran said to the ghost white cat that strode beside him down the trail. "Myew," Jeanne stated, gazing in the same direction as her master. "Yeah," he said,"I don't hear it, either. That music stopped." This interested Lorran more than it worried him. I wonder if someone...