Tawas went to the beach. He hoped that he would see HER again.
He was right, a hooded figure was standing near the coast. Tawas
quickly approached this figure. The person turned around and
noticed Tawas's coming.  The person took off the hood and Tawas could
see this stranger's face. It was the person who had given him the medallion.
Tawas was about to ask some questions, but the female elf simply said,
"The medallion will help you. Keep it... you need it..!!!"

Prytzouth sat in the shadows and listened to this strange exchange of words.
It was quite difficult following the elusive dark elf, as it always was
when following someone with senses rivaling his own.  The challenge was
eluding the dark elf's infravision; it took some concentration
to drop his body temperature to that of the air.  I'll definitely
need a rest after this night, Prytz sighed to himself.  And what a
strange meeting!  Only one sentence was said, and even that sentence told
little.

Then the elf vanished again with a teleport spell, and Tawas couldn't ask
her any questions. Tawas baffled and he just laid down. He then fell asleep!

What was this?!  A dark elf sleeping outside?!  By the hide, what is
going on? Prytz's thoughts screamed out something was gravely wrong.
Lightly stalking downwind, Prytz waited until the drow's breathing turned
deep.  He found a cozy corner in the rocks and laid his head down on his
front paws entering a deep meditation, one that would help him regain his
energy, but one that wouldn't render him defenseless.  He wished he could
let his guard down and enter sleep, but in the wake of these strange
events, who could sleep in such a rocking boat - so they say?

* * * * *

Prytzouth felt the warm sun bake into the darker colored fur on his
body.  Boy did that feel good.  He couldn't remember sleeping so
soundly.  Perhaps it was the rolling waves and cool air from the sea,
Prytz thought.  SLEEP?!  No!  Prytz couldn't have fallen asleep; he was a
master at this sort of thing!  Endless hours of stalking prey, years of
practice, and I feel asleep?!  Quickly, Prytz opened his eyes and
searched for the dark elf.  He could see the drow was alread awake.
Damn! He thought.  Well, atleast he won't be able to see me, for what's a
drow in the daylight? An elf with a really bad headache from the sun.
Changing his coat color to match the yellow sand of the beach, Prytzouth
laid still and concentrated on catching the drow's thoughts.  Remembering
not to probe too deep, he only brushed the dark elf's mind.

The dark elf woke up with a big headache!  He remembered the event of
the previous night but he had no clue why she said such short and strange
words. Then realization dawned upon him. There was no way that he would
sleep on a beach. Some trickery had been at work! Then he recalled his
childhood where a elder elf had told a story:

"Elves divided into different groups and tribes many generations ago. Long
ago, there was one tribe that held the best elves amony all of us. They
called themselves Turmanistls. Some of them sought for strange and
odd spells. Once upon a day a sleeping spell was discovered against which
even elves had no resistance.  Other tribes were worried that Turmanistls
would use this to fight against them.  Therefore, the other tribes allied
and fought the Turmanistls.  It was one of the bloodiest battles that elven
history can recall!  Many young elves died in that war and the Turmanistls
were no more. But the price was high and many lives were lost in the 10 years
of battle. Now you see children, we (Elves) can no longer have to worry 
about such spells. With the destruction of the Turmanistls, the spells
were gone forever..."

Tawas remembered that last word. He thought: could she be one of the
descendants of the Turmanistls?  If the elders were were speaking, then the
Turmanistls maybe didn't die out, and some descendants survived after the
battle.  I sure would like to know more about her and her origin.

Prytzouth sat in wonder.  This dark elf certainly didn't fit the
stereotype of his race.  Usually, when alone, these drow were pretty
arrogant, letting their thoughts fly unrestrained, but not this elf.
Prytz could catch certain images of war, other elven races, and an
elderly figure, but the origins of Tawas' thoughts were deep, almost
untouchable.  He did manage to catch a few words: forever and
Turmanistls.  The image of the elven woman flashed back into Tawas'
mind.  How was she connected to all this?

The day began but Tawas was too tired, he had a big headache and he
decided to walk back Hotel.  In spite of his headache, he could
sense some "thing" watching him, he was a hunter after all. But then he
thought: maybe I am overreacting!

Damn - Prytz thought to himself.  Was he loosing his touch?  It seemed
that this drow had more surprises than he gave him credit for.  This
would definitely prove to be an interesting adventure.  He watched as the
drow scanned the beach looking for something, perhaps him.  The drow
shrugged and paced off of the beach toward the Inn.  Pryztouth stretched
his limbs, yawned, and sprinted off down back alleys to the Inn.  He
guessed he'd be there before anyone woke and would have no troubles
climbing into bed as the human, Prytzouth.