late night clean up

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From: gunthrodw@aol.com (Gunthr ODW)
Date: 07 Apr 2000 20:08:18 EDT

He returned late in the night, having been teleported away in the midst of his duel. Seems apprentices are always causing trouble. He skimmed the empty arena, noting the still apparent mess. He chuckled slightly, moving toward the shattered chair, picking up the leg he used as his lighter. He grinned somewhat "I suppose that was a bit overboard" tossing the leg into the trash sack. He continued to pick up the mess,
sweeping up the wooden shards, before moving behind the bar to where the shattered glass was set. Sighing some, exhausted, he lifted his hand to perform something which very few knew he was capable of. A light shimmer formed in his palm, the radiant sphere engulfing his hand, the light then collapsed back in upon itself. He turned, the glass and floor rid of the evidence of his actions. He had spent some time in the arts of magic long ago, often
practicing his methods in the coliseum. Yet he despised magic, rarely using it, never in public. With that he moved back toward the stairs, up and out into the night.