Sipping my tea and making a mental note to speak to BG about backwash I watch the goings on with quiet concern. DQueen is absolutely correct. We need to get moving after Lynn, but I look toward the bluish sun as it settles farther down below the horizion turing the sky an eerie greenish with peach streaks (rather lovely if strangely familiar though I know it shouldn't be). I've got to quit multithreading, especially if Nero is listening, he'll get confused. Back to my original train of thought (train? what a strange word, wonder where I got that from. seems that my memory is not quite functioning properly either), we probably shouldn't go wandering around in the dark in a strange forest. Yes, that's what I meant to think.
Looking up startled at BG's comment that someone/something is approaching from the east (Orcs, why does it always have to be orcs? No wait! I've never really met an orc before, why would I feel that I have?). I skoot back into the brush around my tree a bit, I start to ready my staff, but as soon as I touch it, the silly thing starts to glow happily. "You stop that!" I whisper and put it down for the moment.
Curious I look to see what is coming.
