[Thenamir]

Though Yawanna was hidden to the eyes of the rest of the hysterophallicship during her prophecies, Gateskeeper moved to the back of the crowd, hoping his cowl hid his scowl. Being one of the lesser wizards, he peered sidelong at the long side of Yawanna, hoping that she would be so focused on spouting her poetic nonsense to Merisu that she would not recognize him from the last Velour Annual Charity Auction and Bazaar -- he hoped she had forgotten the incident at her kissing booth. If she'd seen him, things might have gotten ugly...for him at least.

He'd also remained for the most part in the background during the journey through the Forest of Canned Corn, though for different reasons. During his service under Sauerkraut, and in the Tower of Dorktank so close to the Forest, he'd made many an acquaintance among the various Huorns of the Forest and had picked up their various dialects as well, adding to his voluminous mental storehouse of all-things-linguistic. [For verily the Slíd Huorns of the Hepcatarchy were by no means the only Huorns, and their brethren were many and varied. There were the fierce-tempered Bûüĺ-Huorns with whom he’d tangled one fateful morning when he’d unfortunately wandered into the Forest while wearing a red bandanna. There were also the Shuu-Huorns who were good to know when you need help getting through a tight spot. The Åûŧo-Huorns could be loud and brash in their constant wanderings, but made sure you got out of the way of oncoming trouble.] Gateskeeper did not want one to recognize him and suddenly blurt out his name, or give away his former employment.

One thing was certain, Gateskeeper was more than happy to be getting away from the Forest of Canned Corn, and the GAP of Soreham would be a welcome change. He set up camp with the others and pondered whether he should call Mogul and inform him of Yawanna’s assistance. Mogul didn’t fare much better than Gateskeeper that one day at the kissing booth…