<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Again, more long moments of contemplation.<br/>But, eventually, he found himself complying with her wishes, against his will...but somehow, not.<br/><br/>He came into the light, the flickering flames casting shadows on his face.  he took a spot away from her, in a corner, his back to the wall and his legs in front of him, one bent at the knee, the other straight.<br/>His guns gleamed in the fire-light, his eyes shimmered (as grey as they were).<br/>"Throw me some of that there alcohol, then our Palaver will begin."</div></blockquote>