Sunday, October 17, 2004
Day 25
No, I hadn't been drinking, yesterday... at least, I drank a little, but I can drink ten times as much as that and still make better sense than yesterday's entry. Oh well, onwards...and if it makes you feel any better, I did have a sort of ghost of a hangover.
So, was there anything worth writing about today? We checked with Ashil, but he didn't have any work for us at the moment, though in a few days a group of merchants may be glad to hire on an extra guard or two for a journey south. Do we want to journey south, and probably hang about spending our money for a while before anyone wants to have guards for a journey heading back this way? And can I make Memree look like the sort of tough, experienced fighter that they'd want to hire?
Oh well, she can cook a fine dish of porridge!
Our curiosity got the better of us, and we dropped in on Delinda, in theory because I was still buying new clothes and wanting to show of my gorgeous new back - in practice to see if Fran was now a good little slavegirl, under her new name of Joli. But we'll have to come up with another excuse to visit, our favourite ex-Churmuk warrior was nowhere to be seen. Engaged in some "quiet contemplation", Delinda said, which, we decided as we walked home, meant some tight ropes, a gag, probably a hood, and no chance to do much more than wriggle, and that only in moderation.
So we ate, and we drank, and we did a little more shopping, or at least browsing - and that's about it. It's rather relaxing not to be involved in any life-and-death adventure, for a day or two... but I'm sure it won't last. Something will come up, or I'll just get restless!
So, was there anything worth writing about today? We checked with Ashil, but he didn't have any work for us at the moment, though in a few days a group of merchants may be glad to hire on an extra guard or two for a journey south. Do we want to journey south, and probably hang about spending our money for a while before anyone wants to have guards for a journey heading back this way? And can I make Memree look like the sort of tough, experienced fighter that they'd want to hire?
Oh well, she can cook a fine dish of porridge!
Our curiosity got the better of us, and we dropped in on Delinda, in theory because I was still buying new clothes and wanting to show of my gorgeous new back - in practice to see if Fran was now a good little slavegirl, under her new name of Joli. But we'll have to come up with another excuse to visit, our favourite ex-Churmuk warrior was nowhere to be seen. Engaged in some "quiet contemplation", Delinda said, which, we decided as we walked home, meant some tight ropes, a gag, probably a hood, and no chance to do much more than wriggle, and that only in moderation.
So we ate, and we drank, and we did a little more shopping, or at least browsing - and that's about it. It's rather relaxing not to be involved in any life-and-death adventure, for a day or two... but I'm sure it won't last. Something will come up, or I'll just get restless!
