[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami watched Halfred lurch awkwardly from one table to the next, nearly falling over a chap dressed in travel stained clothes who had come up to tne bar to make pleasantries with Aman. What an embarrassing situation! A Shirriff wearing official livery was colliding with half the visitors to the Inn. Whatever small measure of respect Cami still had for Halfred rapidly vanished.

She tried to sort out the words in her head. Something about a lost satchel and a traveller who'd gone northwest from Michel Delving. But Cami still had little idea exactly who was supposed to be coming or when they would arrive. She truly hated riddles like these. It was easier for her to understand passages and clues in a book than to listen to someone like Halfred whose words were so garbled.

She scowled and exchanged sharp glances with Derufin, "Did you understand a word he said? Anything at all? It sounded like jibberish." After all, Derufin probably had more experience than she did in downing one too many pints. Maybe he would have better luck deciphering Halfred's mangled pronouncements and figuring out what this had to do with Eodwine's disappearance.

[ July 16, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]