[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

"What on earth's the matter with you?"

The Squatter was casting an amused glance in Lush's direction. "Stop gawping, gel," he admonished lightly. "People will think you have a taste for cheap Victorian jewellery. Sit down and have a drink."

"It most certainly is, old boy," he agreed, glancing back to Mattius. I think you may have spilled a bit, but I think you broke ten seconds. Come and join our happy throng!"

Truth to tell, he was beginning to enjoy himself: this was by far the liveliest gathering he'd attended in a long while, and it was very well-catered. Now he was settled in his favourite place he was feeling rather well-disposed towards the whole company. "And when, alas! our brains are gone," he declaimed. "What nobler substitute than wine?"

He returned to his drink in Byronic mode.

[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: The Squatter of Amon Rûdh ]