[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami stared at the passport that Piosenniel was holding out to her. A two-month cruise on the Palantiri Ship line…. It had been a long, long time since she’d gone to Sea on the Star, and the thought of a two-month cruise, with lovely meals served up on large banquet tables and folk waiting on her hand and foot, seemed like a preferable alternative to slaving away in the Inns.

Still, Cami felt a definite twinge of guilt. After all, she was the one in the RPGs who routinely had terrible attacks of conscience and angst. She could feel such a spell coming on now.

Still, what serious harm could they possibly have done to Mithadan? The Wight was already dead. Melificent had assured her that the poison would only knock him out for several months so that he would be unable to write e-mails or shut down any threads. How could anyone blame them for wanting a little vacation? And who could charge them with murder when the Man was already dead for several thousand years?

Still, Cami felt uncomfortable. She squirmed and peered guiltily over to her friend, “Eer, Pio, I think I have a headache. I need to excuse myself for just a moment….” Then she slipped back down the corridor and over to the locked room where Mithadan was snoring away.

[ May 06, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]