Post by Horas on Aug 17, 2007 18:12:50 GMT -5
A zeal kindles in Horas' eyes and he leans forward, his mouth open to speak... but then he leans back, and the fire in his eyes disappears.
"I learned," Horas says, "That sorcery is like a sword without a hilt."
Horas rises and pushes in his chair. "The night grows late, and I am weary, my King. I bid you good night." Horas turns on one heel and walks from the room.
"I learned," Horas says, "That sorcery is like a sword without a hilt."
Horas rises and pushes in his chair. "The night grows late, and I am weary, my King. I bid you good night." Horas turns on one heel and walks from the room.
Hope you all are well and happy.