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Post by Doc Houseman on Apr 6, 2006 12:56:09 GMT -5
Doc paced impatiently back and forth in the tiny cell that the Vistari had dumped him in. His stomach growled.
When he'd demanded food they'd just grinned and said 'no' or not until after the 'Harhune' or the 'Althaia' whatever they were... strange alien words for a strange alien process.
Fortunately the compulsion that had forced him into this situation had faded away...or perhaps it had meshed so tightly to his own thoughts that he could no longer tell that it was there.
In any event all that mattered now was getting on with the process.
(OOC other Vistari please step in to get Doc to his Harhune)
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