> “Very few who are not of our people have a true appreciation for ardei. I
> am sorry that I cannot teach you how to cook our dishes, but I am sure
> that you will discover many ways to use it. The seeds are for the day when
> the road no longer calls to you.”
I would have thought that this statement might have received more of a reaction from Jarran. After being 'on the road' since leaving Candlekeep - a year or so prior - I wonder if he wouldn't give more of a double take to her words. Just a thought. :
> Jarran smiled as he packed away the spice and seeds, and relaxed with a
> bowl of what Rinin called mamaliga, a sort of cornmeal porridge. Sometimes
> the littlest things brought the greatest joy.
Gruel, Jarran (Garion)... Gruel. They can call it porridge, oatmeal, cream of wheat... It's all the same thing: gruel.
> Jaheira sat down at his side with her own bowl of porridge. Jarran glanced
> at her nervously, unsure of what to say.
So, how about them Yankees?
> She saw his uncertain expression, and faintly smiled. “You needn't worry.
> I am in less of a mood now.”
Whew! Does that mean I can take my plate mail off to eat breakfast?
> Jarran smiled and said, “Does this mean you are going to stop watching to
> see if I turn into a demon?”
Only if he does so at the correct time! ;D
> “Ah, no matter how serious I try to be, you always find a way to make me
> laugh. I… I need to laugh more.”
"... So a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender says, 'Why the long face?'"
> When the group was finally ready to leave, they wished their hosts a safe
> journey and set off for the city gates. The guards watched their approach
> with stony glares. One of them barked, “Halt, strangers. What business do
> you have here?”
Easy there... Easy. Sit! Stay! Good boy... Here's a milk bone.
> Mazzy stepped forward. “Surely you recognize me, Toran?”
Not with these glasses!
> The older halfling turned and stared at Mazzy's
> companions with a frown, seeming to suddenly realize that they were
> strangers.
...and somewhat taller!
> “Wallace!” Mazzy barked. “I am not interested in your baubles and trifles.
> I am only interested in the potion you sold to Danno.”
Easy, Mazzy... Sit! Stay! Here's a - WHACK - OWWW! My kneecaps!
> “Mother loves me dearly, as I do her, but she has never understood my
> calling. Pala and Danno will settle down peacefully and present her with
> grandchildren, while I bring her nothing but worry. With Patrick gone, I
> know that she renew her pleas for me to return to Trademeet.
??? Do you mean '...I know that she'll renew her pleas...'?
> They carefully went through his possessions. Jan held up a book with a
> triumphant cry. “Ha! I knew it. Anyone brewing poison would be a fool not
> to have an antidote handy in case he had an accident. Here's the book with
> all his recipes.”
There are times when I forget that you have Jan in your party, as silent as he is... I'm used to Weyoun's Jan - a story around every corner. Of course, I think Weyoun may be Jan in a crossover visit rom the FR. ;p
> The halfling placed her hand on his arm and said gravely, “You have my
> gratitude for helping my sister. In return for your assistance, I will not
> rest until your own sister has been freed. This I swear by Arvoreen.”
Go, Mazzy! Great to see that she's going to stick around for a while.
Sorry if some of my comments were a little... over the top this time. I guess you might say that I'm in a mood. (We just signed papers today for our new house... I'm going to miss these passed few months of not having a monstrous mortgage payment!)
The Mutant Homeowner...