From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Tue Oct 07 2003 - 02:10:26 BST
Lenora listens intently to Pean's story, sketcking in the sand with a stick
images that she could imagine going along with his story.
"I think I like you much better as a spirited man. As a merchant, you'd have
squandered your unique sense of humor." She grins. "But don't discount your
story. It's a learning story. And it tells a lot about you that I wouldn't have
thought of before. Thank you for sharing it. Now I can picture when you give
that far off look that you're picturing the stars in your head and wishing they
were before you rather then a forever away. How very inspired.."
"And you Garrott," she says, pointing her stick at the obsidamen, "are far
too poetic for your own good! How can you so easily let all those lovely words
spill out of you? From looking at you, at the blood pebbles and now adding the
threat of that great big warhammer I'd think you were the stoic, quiet, never
says much warrior who would promise death to his enemies with a crook of a
finger. And yet you're so wonderfully gifted with these lovely inspiring words.
Like you could just ooze leadership into your listeners and send them
awe-struck into battle. Speaking of which, perhaps you should call your new treasure
Baby. You have it coddled as one."
"I travel is such richness and color of story and emotion. It's incredible.
I'm truly blessed."
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