Post by Alcorad on Jun 17, 2005 19:02:37 GMT
"I have come to speak to Morsereg and speak to him I will! May the western wings bear me to my destination!" Doren let out a shrill whistle and not a falcon but a great eagle dove down to bear them to Carn Dum above the crashing wall of water. Doren and Noredred shot two arrows towards Namine with deadly persicion hoping that the witch would no longer attempt to hinder their travels.
