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!

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