> [Perched upon a tree branch, low enough to be reached easily, but high
> enough to be naturally concealed by neighboring brances, a Lone Stranger
> perches, idly observing the goings on and the placidity of afterwards.
An
> aroma wafts upon the slight breeze: sage.
>
> [The Stranger mulls for a moment, then jumps down from his perch, making
no
> sound. He walks, equally silently into the clearing, eyeing the cakes
and
> ale. Feeling none too hungry and not at all with a taste for ales, he
> settles for a taste of water from within the worn and slightly tattered
> duster he wears and hunkers down near where L sits. Nods of
acquaintance
> are exhcanged, carefully choreographed to the tune of the gently
crackling
> and popping fire nearby.
>
> ["I believe our shadows have some catching up to do."]
*smiles* Welcome Lone Stranger. Tis good to see you once again. So very
true, our shadows have much catching up to do. :)
L
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