12-17-2007, 10:34 PM
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indent She offered her reasoning, and Ahren smiled. He stepped over one of the pieces of wood, saddle-back traveling with his muscle movement. The girl, a hybrid by her build and face, then introduced herself. The surname gave him a momentary face, a name, but it didn’t mean much at all. A lot of his memories had gone by the wayside with drink and time. “Ahren de le Poer,” he offered, pushing his hair out of his face and looking down at the carnage around them. “So what are you looking for, exactly?”