Rummaging around in my bag for a few moments I manage to come up with a beautiful tea kettle and a pouch of what looks like tea. I smell it. Mmmmm, Earl Gray, I just love that oil of Bergamon. "Here ya go Kiya," I hand her the kettle and the tea.
I listen to Vipers report with trepidation and Nero's suggestion with deep concern. On one hand we probably shouldn't go asking for trouble. On the other it sounds like trouble is currently looking for us.
I look over at the still sleeping Polgara and decide its high time someone checked on her. Or at least untied her and laid her comfortably on the ground to awaken.
