An apology
Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 2:53 pm
It all started innocently enough, I'd been enjoying my holiday in Matia with the rest of the Samsara. We explored, harvested and hunted in this very different land. A few of us even offered our services to the various town welcomers, corporals and local tribes. It didn't matter that we weren't paid much, this week wasn't about dapper. Well, not really...
My travelling pack was stuffed with the essential tools that I had brought with me, as well as a few souvenirs quartered from any creatures that crossed my path. Yrkanis tavern was on my route, so I thought I'd sample the famous Psykopia Punch I'd heard so much about. The barman wasn't happy when I ordered my third one but I convinced him I could handle more than the regulars - who were sipping Yana wine as they wrote love poetry.
I thought I'd better get some air after that and looked around for somewhere to get grilled Yubo on a stick. I'm not sure how I ended up in the richly decorated room but had to take advantage of it while the guards were busy helping yet another pathetically overcome refugee. The ornate dagger by the large chair looked like it had been carelessly discarded and I still needed a gift for Jool. As I examined the craftmanship, the full effects of the punch took hold and I just managed to sit down before I passed out!
The prison cell I woke up in was sparse but comfortable, I've slept in worse. How was I to know that I'd staggered into the throne room? I was only going to borrow the dagger, honest! The guard chief did take my high standing with the Kingdom into account and together with this apology I only had to do a week of hard time. Sorry King Yrkanis, believe me - it won't happen again.
My travelling pack was stuffed with the essential tools that I had brought with me, as well as a few souvenirs quartered from any creatures that crossed my path. Yrkanis tavern was on my route, so I thought I'd sample the famous Psykopia Punch I'd heard so much about. The barman wasn't happy when I ordered my third one but I convinced him I could handle more than the regulars - who were sipping Yana wine as they wrote love poetry.
I thought I'd better get some air after that and looked around for somewhere to get grilled Yubo on a stick. I'm not sure how I ended up in the richly decorated room but had to take advantage of it while the guards were busy helping yet another pathetically overcome refugee. The ornate dagger by the large chair looked like it had been carelessly discarded and I still needed a gift for Jool. As I examined the craftmanship, the full effects of the punch took hold and I just managed to sit down before I passed out!
The prison cell I woke up in was sparse but comfortable, I've slept in worse. How was I to know that I'd staggered into the throne room? I was only going to borrow the dagger, honest! The guard chief did take my high standing with the Kingdom into account and together with this apology I only had to do a week of hard time. Sorry King Yrkanis, believe me - it won't happen again.