From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Mon Oct 13 2003 - 14:29:52 BST
Lenora looks most unhappy about travelling into the Badlands, but puts it
aside, trying to drum up adventurous notions to chase away the ill-boding
feelings that kept floating on her surface thoughts.
At hearing, once again, the sharp words from Elkisee, Lenora sighs loudly.
"My companions, might I make a request? If the terrain is as perilous, if the
sun is as hot, if the dangers be as terrible then can we please get the hell
along?! We'll have enough daggers at our backs on the trip from the troubles
alone, let us not invite more by taking pleasures in each others discomforts. We
are all adults here, are we not? Old enough to hold a sword? Then let's act
like it. This pithy back biting is becoming horribly silly."
"I would suggest a few more things if we would. A few lengths of tent pole
and the cloth. Though the tents may not offer us much warrmth come night, I have
a few ideas for beating the heat and the cool with just a bit of
improvision."
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