angrily you stare at the knight and a sword......
moving unbiddingly, "Leave be your sword,
FlareGenearal Guardian of the Glade! Foe I be
not, yet a weary traveler, half-halfling at that,
of the race Taerasti!" The knight removed his
helmet and said "It is true! Forgive me, cousin
of Elder Race, evil lurks across this glade...
You stare at the knight and say, your lips
