[satansaloser2005]

Sally returned from her quest for food and as she neared the group of warriors heard snippets of arguments and proclamations of valor.
"I believe Noggie to be a hairy one!" cried Lommie, to which Noggie promptly retorted "Ah, but you are mistaken, my little wolfie one, for I am the guardian of whom you have all been told. Tonight perhaps you shall be re-united with your hairy little dead friends." Lommie and Noggie quickly ceased their arguing, as enel came forward saying that Legate's death was not in vain, for it seemed to seal the guilt of Val. He then whipped out a batch of herbs right as Sally walked into the group's midst and began to apply them to a cut on Sally's hand that she had somehow managed to sustain in her earlier battle. She wrenched away at first, suspecting some sort of treachery, but Menel kindly reached for her hand again and continued applying his ointments, assuring everyone that he was one of the Protectors of the warriors. Sally was no doubt in awe of what she had just heard from the group and, once Menel finished bandaging her hand, turned away from the group and walked off into a corner to think, ponder, and speak to her dainty duck, who had accompanied her earlier in the day and was in great need of rest. "I can barely believe my ears," Sally thought to herself. "So much revealed in so little time. Emily, I think we must retire and mull over this strange business of outspoken gifteds and brazen wolves. Besides, I must return my utensils and saucepan to my chambers." The little duck looked up at her mistress and, being clueless herself at the moment, could only reply with a confused and exhausted "Honk."



Okay, so I am going to be late for church, but I decided I'd have a little fun before I left. I'll be back later for some posts that exercise my reason rather than my imagination.