Rumours

[philu]

Last night it was Emperor Dexton's turn in Pyr.

There seemed to be some issue with "point 17" amongst other things

And trade routes to OPs was also mentioned.....

[jamela]

I hear that Still Governor Whyler was about yesterday too.

Crystabell: Speculation is rife that mektoub stocks next season may be the worst ever seen, so buy now while you can! This may be because of the unseasonable weather which has left Aedan Aequeous unusually dry, and water supplies to the Burning Desert may be shortened in favour of lakeland breeding stocks.

[size=-2]@ Still, Roggan and Shaly: Encore![/size]

[scarazi]

i overheard some more rumours late last night on the Fairhaven wind, a slightly loudmouth Fyros had smuggled some Kamiblasts into Fairhaven and sharing them at near the bar. Wormbreath`s missus was there too, they seemed to be old friends.

I overheard that the exploration trip into the deep depths of the Prime Roots had been a failure and the team had been killed. Also that Jena had been spotted, whether these two incidents are connected i dont know.

Many kamiblasts were being drunk, and the carefree loud Fyros wasn`t shy in telling anyone in earshot of Fairhaven. Lindis i think her name was.

[jamela]

I may have been overtired the other night, but I am sure Cicho is quite used to hearing very much worse than my petty complaints, and much more varied fare than the barman in Thesos, certainly. After listening to all of my whining about paperwork and dusty remains, the poor respect that youngsters have for the traditional arts, and the desperate shortage of beige lining, I think he can be forgiven for closing the bar against my protests and offering to walk me home. My memory is hazy but I am sure of one thing; when I arrived home my mood was so much lighter, and I was really looking forward to the morning (no, I never learn).

The walk is only short, but in the warm autumn night he told me of a wondrous place where the weather is sunny as often as it rains, the honey is always fresh and the aromatic plants are so bitter they would make a zoraï crack her mask. In this place water runs, noisy and bright, across the top of the bark. Sap bubbles, hissing and pungent, through the grass wherever you tread.

My dear grandfather used to say such things too, so perhaps I am getting things muddled, but then again my grandfather only ever talked of the kitin with horror. The land Cicho told me of seems to be revered by the kitin. They walk there in silence and touch no creature, forage for nothing, will not so much as glance at a homin. But that's not all! [size=-2]There are no Kami, no Karavan there![/size] "Unbelievable!" I said (quietly, I swear!) but he just looked at me and smiled a wry smile.

It sounds like a story for your grandchildren, doesn't it? But what do you think you would do if you stumbled upon someplace like this? Put yourself in this Ranger's place, would you even tell your best friennn... err ... G'bye *click*