Post by Muramin al-Wyuli on Jul 12, 2003 17:02:41 GMT -5
With her bow across her back, her quiver still at her side, and her two Tai Ji sheathed at her side, Muramin al-Wyuli would slowly, almost lazily. She would occasionally glance up to look at the red sandstone edifice that was growing off in the distance. Although she knew that this part of her job would be highly dangerous, Mirri knew that she could handle it. And such, she would stop to adjust the pack on her shoulders before continuing forward towards the abbey, acting as though she were just a simple traveler from a good deal away.
