<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24600.msg979204#msg979204">Quote from: Vella on 05-12-2008, 11:07:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>"Come on.  Please?! I got a real bad feel in bout this."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"I fear time for fleeing has run out." </strong>The Elf says ruefully.  Her brow has taken on the slightest bend of entrenched concern.  Its presence on her face's immaculateness is disturbing, like seeing a crack in the sky.<strong> "Even if you made it into the cave, his hounds would have your scent and overtake you.  Listen how swift they approach if you doubt me."</strong>