Log Date: 10/31/96 Log Cast: Karga, Zichri, Jyla, Kytek, RainDancer, Nummi, Vragg (NPC troll), Nohair (NPC troll) Log Intro: The unlikely pair of the Glider youth Zichri and the young human woman Karga has been formed out of mutual anger: Zichri for Winnowill an Alorn having altered his mind and personality, Karga for not only the wolf-demons who slew her parents, but the Gliders in general for their hostility to her. Zichri has discovered that Karga, in her solitary years, has grown odd and fey, and obsessed with her 'wolf-demons'; he has also, however, discovered a lack of desire to torment her as he once did. As the two have journeyed eastward, hampered initially by Zichri's wounded arm and later by Karga's lack of ability to fly, Karga has avoided talking to the Glider -- but this has not kept her from boggling at the changes in him. He has not tormented her once, and, in fact, has almost been pleasant to be around. Now, the pair has encountered what neither of them expected: the burning wastes over which they must cross to reach Sorrow's End. With difficulty, they have managed to do so... and after three or four days of heast and sand annd exhaustion, they have at last reached the shelter of rocks in which lingers a tiny spring. ---------- Hidden Spring A gnarled tree grows in a small crack in the granite outcropping, a startling contrast in dark green. The stunted little pine grows in a dirt filled hollow and it's roots cling to the surface of the stone, trailing down to a tiny pool of water that bubbles sweetly to the surface and flows south only to dissappear beneath the sandy waste a few yards away. A patch of gramma grass pokes up on one side of the little rill like a bushy bouquet of broomstraw, pale green and unappetising in appearance Child Moon's gibbous form soars high over the Mother Moon's low-hanging crescent in the chill winter skies. Contents: Zichri(#7878PJXce) Hidden Cave(#7901AJep) Obvious exits: Trail Water. At last. Karga mops a grimy, sunburned hand across an equally grimy, sunburned brow, and collapses on her knees near the edge of the precious water. For a time she simply stares at it, propping herself up with her spear, as if not believing her eyes. Zichri follows you over.. his entire being sweating... every inch of him longing and wishing he had gotten a chosen's bird... his body like one piece of tenderized and lightly broiled steak... Karga finally dips a hand into the water and brings up handful after handful of it to her lips, thirstily. Zichri watches you drink first, going to his knees.. but waiting for you to live to make sure the waters alright Karga considers, then says hoarsely, "I do not think that it is bad water. It is water. That is enough." She finally pats her burned cheeks, wincing slightly, black brows drawing together. Zichri refuses from using his hands though.. and causes the water to float up and into his mouth... Zichri drinks some.. carefully tasting it... then deciding it's alright even after you've already said as much, drinks in some more. Jyla arrives from the Entrance to the Underworld. Jyla has arrived. Jyla looks at you. Karga at last turns, still gripping her spear, and peers with bleary amber eyes around the shelter of the rocks. "Here," she mutters, "we must camp here. We can go no further tonight." Her expression shifts into a tired scowl, as she drops the tied bundle of possessions -- arguably close to you, in weight -- that she's been carrying all this way; the fragile hides and sticks she's been using for a tent, her spear, her tattered remnants of clothing. Jyla slides past the cave's entrance and seeing the human rounds the area, disappearing. Jyla heads towards Trail Jyla has left. Karga(#8924Pbc) From the five fingers visible on her lean, muscled hands, and the sheer height of her frame -- 5'9", and with a gangly, unfinished look that suggests she is still growing -- it is apparent that this is the figure of a young human woman. Her skin is a dark shade of copper; her hair, a shock of black straw bound out of her way into a thick braid; her eyes, a startling amber, set in a slant under heavy black eyebrows. She moves as if constantly wary, and her gaze frequently flicks to take in every single detail of her surroundings, as though she expects attack from unseen shadows. She is clad in a strange assortment of garb, none of which seems to _quite_ fit her; either a part is too short, or too tight, or too baggy, or too long. But there's a short fur-lined jacket over a black silken tunic, soft leather breeches, fur boots, all in blacks and silvers and greys and whites. Her clothing has clearly seen better days, showing ragged tears here and there, and the general abuse of living in the wild. She is currently filthy, covered with sand and grime and sweat, and redly sunburned from what could only have been a recent trip across the desert. Her clothes have gained new tatters and her footwear is in shambles. Carrying: Crudely constructed tent(#7217) Blue metal comb(#10423) Crystal-tipped spear(#10748) Zichri A young male glider stands before you at about 5' 7", and a very slender build. His face resembling his fathers, yet chiseled somewhat from his own experiences. His smirk that of his mothers, his large night blue eyes gaze over at you, cooly and calmly, his raven black hair almost to his shoulders again. A black tunic with dark blue designs sewn in cover his defined torso. Dark blue leggings fit loosely upon his legs, ending with some dark brown knee high boots. Carrying: Pain rock Zichri floats your luggage over to the tree.. it's the least he can do... well.. maybe less... Zichri sighs... looking the most ragged he's ever looked he'd assume.. Zichri removes his tunic and applies some of the nice cool water to his rather sweatcovered self Karga glances up as her belongings float. As she has rather frequently over the past moon, she eyes you piercingly -- or at any rate, would, if her broad and blunt features were not etched with the same exhaustion that the sea of sand you've both cross has driven into your bones. Finally she makes a grunt that might almost be 'thank you', or might simply be an acknowledgement. She rises, and pads to her bundle, rummaging through it. Zichri ignores her mostly and just cleans off.. who knows when they'l arrive... Karga, apparently, is quite used to being ignored. She simply goes about constructing her tent; her movements are slightly less sure than usual, but she accommodates by moving more slowly. Zichri finishes cleaning his chest off and feels a bit cooler.. he floats over and lays beneath the slight shade the tree offers... At last, tent constructed, Karga stiffly rises and inspects it. Again, she utters a noncommittal grunt; this time, it might be 'my tent is good', or 'a curse to the Dark upon this worthless thing' or something else entirely. If anything, Karga has been less than communicative on this journey. Zichri remembers something.. well.. and kinda realizes something finally.. as his own bird comes to land upon the tree.. "Karga.. what ever happened to your bird?" The human girl pauses in commencing a circuit of the area, spear still clutched in her muscled hand, and looks over. Her yellow eyes narrow a moment; then, she rolls a shoulder and barks shortly, "A storm." "A storm?" Karga resumes her methodical inspection of the area, peering critically from the shadows, before coming back to her bundle to rummage for the rocks she uses to make fire. "Lost in a storm," she says, voice slightly harsher than usual. "Two winters ago. I have not seen her since that time." Jyla arrives from the Desert's Edge. Jyla has arrived. Karga produces her flint and tinder from her bundle, then comes nearer to the water to consider the sand, at which she pokes. A place for a fire-pit? Perhaps. Jyla pauses as she returns and eyes the odd pair with some distain. Zichri sighs... and with a decent human accent says "That is a shame... A bird is a good companion" Zichri is rather relaxed under the tree The human girl, face worn and harsh, glowers with her yellow eyes at nothing and everything, as she digs out a hole in the sand, and looks about for rocks with which to fill it. If she is aware of eyes upon her, aside from those of the slender elf addressing her, she gives no sign of it; only after her companion speaks does she eye him balefully before returning to her work. Kytek arrives from the Entrance to the Underworld. Kytek has arrived. Jyla snorts. ** A likely elven, Kytek.. he consorts with humans. How disgusting. ** Zichri says "I'd bet that one of those lowly ravenholt demons killed it.."" Zichri blinks and floats quickly up to his feet.. as he looks about. Kytek slowly steps out of the entrance, pulling his cloak about his head. Jyla is leaning against the stone, her eyes covered with a band of black, her hood pulled over her face. RainDancer arrives from the Desert's Edge. RainDancer has arrived. Karga glances dourly at Zichri as he speaks -- then stiffens as he leaps up. Her hand leaps for the spear she'd set down at her side, and in the instant after that, the ragged girl is on her feet, gaze flashing to the movements in the shadows. Kytek Long silvery hair flows from his head, and down into a cloak over his shoulders. His hair is cut out of his, icy light blue eyes, that seem to be calculating his next move. In his left ear is a simple gold earring. His pale skin is mostly covered by a long shirt, that's a greenish colour. His shirt runs about half way down his thighs, and a greenish color pair of pants are revealed. At his side is a belt, and there hangs a crys-metal dagger. His cloak is pulled open so all to see the dagger. Jyla nods her head toward the glider. ** Not Kytek. ** Jyla Pale as a single bright star against the background of a moonless night, Jyla very obviously has rarely been in the sun. Her frame is slight and willowy, small to fit within the confines of tiny spaces. Her eyes are as pale as her skin, gleaming amber orbs that give her an unearthly palor. Her hair is a ebony black, streaked with white strands that seem to glow in dark light. Its piled atop her head in a thick intricate twist that allows wisps to curl around her chin. Her lithe form is covered in a flowing ice blue tunic. Simple in design, it drapes over her shoulders to a point low on her chest, revealing the shadows of mature curves. A silver cord cinches it about her waist and crosses between her breasts and again over her back to tie at her waist. The skirt waves about her legs, fanning at the slightest movement of air, coming about halfway down her thighs. A eight inch blade is sheathed about her waist, the hilt long enough she can use it two-handed. The tip of the sheath is tied to her thigh, holding down the left side of her skirt. Shes covered from head to foot in a black cloak, the hood drawn to cover her sensitive eyes. Zichri takes a good look at the arriving elves.. **Who are you.** SnowBright stays close to RainDancer, almost seeming to stand in front of him.. Jyla just leans against the outside wall of the cave. ** Doesn't matter who I am. Who are you? ** Karga's big muscled hands lift the spear; it's almost taller than she, but clearly, she's used to wielding it, for her arms are corded with muscle as well. RainDancer looks at you. Zichri makes a slight sound, and his hawk flies to his shoulder. He grins.. **I am the one who matters... perhaps you have heard of me.. I am Zichri.. of Blue Mountain. And she will keep it up until I tell her otherwise.** RainDancer look curiously at the scene, standing towards the edges, the spear looking mighty intimidating in that tall lady's hand. RainDancer frowns, quietly, as he looks at Zichri Karga's yellow eyes flash then to the next arrival -- and her face transforms into fury, at the sight of the creature with it. RainDancer says "I have not heard of you before....and find your manner, and that spear, quite offensive." Jyla smirks. ** He's a Tall Ones lover. Either he's really bad, or she' sreally good, and I doubt she's that good. ** Zichri glances to Karga.. speaking to her "Karga.. keep your weapon aimed well.. they may be.. unfriendly" SnowBright grrrrrrs, a bit, baring her teeth at the one with the spear, as if she's dealt with such before.. Karga whirls, ignoring Zichri now, apparently is transfixed by the shorter newcomer, and the wolf. She begins to utter a gutteral snarl, and it finally becomes words, hurled at RainDancer: "" RainDancer keeps a restraining hand on SnowBright's fur... Zichri to Karga.. "Dont kill them... yet" RainDancer You see a fairly handsome looking elf before you. His skin color is pale, and standing just over 4 feet tall, he is somewhat near maturity. At least, in age anyway. His eyes glitter, the beautiful golden color in them is absolutely entrancing, as he stands there before you, such a contrast to his near white skin and beautiful waistlength silver hair, which he keeps bound in a leather thong. His smile is warm, readily available for anyone it seems. Dressed in a leather overtunic, a one piece garment which leaves his neck open and exposed, falling to just above his knees, allowing him the freedom of movement and to feel the fur of his beloved wolf partner beneath him. Around his waist is a belt which can hold many items attached to it including a small stone sort of dagger and a 'purse' of sorts though it is not money kept within. Across his back is a pack containing several other items: Most of interest however is the wooden flute hanging from the sack by a string. Carrying: Flute Kytek blinks the speach new to him. -it was human right?- ** Tell, her to put it down, Zirchri, or you will hurt. ** SnowBright SnowBright is a beautifully white wolf. Her fur is pure, pristine, meticulously kept clean. She has brilliant golden eyes with black pupils which make her absolutely beautiful. She looks strong and large enough to carry most elves wherever they need to go. Jyla uncrosses her legs. ** You need /her/ to do your dirty work. Weakling. ** RainDancer looks to be very unarmed..."What, spear-chucker?" His tone is quiet...almost peaceful. Zichri stops grinning.. **No. You will send your wolf away and stop with the rudeness.** Zichri sends **Winnowill would not like to hear of this.** RainDancer shakes his head, "My wolf is my friend, she wil stay with me. She is my friend. I find walking into an area only to have someone point a spear at me, that is rude. To be threatened without even knowing who dares to point a spear at me, /that/ is rude. To be ridiculed as being called a demon, /that/ is rude. Jyla glares at Kytek openly, even though her eyes are covered. ** Why? ** Apparently not understanding RainDancer's words, for she snarls out even as he speaks, "", the human levels her spear at him, and fixes him and his beast with a look as pointed as the spear. Finally, oddly, a fey gleam dances across the face of the human, and she actually beams, whitely across her sunburned features. "" Jyla stiffens, shaking with rage. ** I'm not a child to be ordered about, Kytek. Not when this... this.. no-elf insults me. ** Karga, in fact, seems intent on doing exactly that, as she hefts her spear and strides assuredly off towards the nearest stretch of rocks, her face alert, questing. RainDancer continues to stroke his hands through SnowDancer's fur. Zichri gazes at Jyla.. **I am of the purest of bloods.. no halfbreed wolfriders blood infects me.. I am more elf than any who would hide from the surface within the ground.** Zichri says "" Zichri grins.. **Do you see weapons in my hands? My human here is purely defending herself.. she's had rather bad dealings with other elves in the past** Ignoring the elves among the rocks now, the human clambers up higher along them, yellow eyes sweeping the area. Only when Zichri speaks does she actually look down, and that strange distant smile is still curling her mouth. "" she mutters. "" RainDancer nods, **And I saw how quickly you chose to dissuade her from her actions.** Jyla seems almost ready to leap on Zichri. ** You're only a child with the sense of a Troll! How dare you suggest your blood is purer than mine when yours is more diluted by time?! ** She glares at Kytek, turning quickly. ** You would let this /baby/ insult me? ** Kytek glares back at Jyla, pointing to the entrance, ** Go now. ** Zichri laughs slightly.. **You.. I am the son of Azeure and Alorn.. both Chosen of Blue mountain.. One of Winnowill's Favorites among my kin... *** Zichri sends **My blood is purer than even Winnowill's** Karga makes it up atop a rock and crouches there, grinning ferally. Occasionally she eyes the wolf as if in some removed kind of fascination, but not once does she bother to actually look at the elf with the wolf, now, or direct the crystalline point of her spear at him. Jyla walks over to Kytek and looks at him boldly, Zichri forgotten, he's merely a thoughtless child. ** Make me. ** Zichri laughs at that... RainDancer decides to start to make his way along the trail, SnowBright following. Kytek doesn't seem to impressed by Jyla's actions, he crosses his arms, and whistles once. ** I won't, but I'm sure Tempest and Vragg will. ** Zichri says "" RainDancer heads towards Trail RainDancer has left. SnowBright has left. Karga does not, immediately, seem to note Zichri's words; indeed, she seems more fascinated by the departure of the stranger with the wolf, who she watches go, marking their trail. She then snaps her yellow regard back down to her companion, and smiles thinly. Jyla's lips tighten. ** You wouldn't dare. ** Kytek laughs at Jyla's comment, ** I wouldn't? I told you to leave, you aren't. They will hold you till I get a chance to speak with you. ** Karga rises, then, and leaps down from her rock, landing without too much loss of grace to the desert's deprivations. "" she announces to Zichri in a tone that seems startlingly cheerful. "" With that, she takes up a long leather thong, and begins to look about for rocks. Zichri says "" she says serenely, "" With that, she starts to stride off. Nummi arrives from the Desert's Edge. Nummi has arrived. Jyla is facing off with Kytek, her body stiff with barely restrained anger. Nummi enters tiredly, looking pleased with himself. Noticing the gathered, he stops, just outside of sight. Zichri takes a seat in the air and watches the two of them. Karga strides out to the outer reaches of the rocks, spear in one hand, sling in the other, apparently utterly unconcerned with the elves in the shadows. Nummi steps forward upon notice of the other Glider and smiles innocently, ** Heyla, Kytek.. what have we here? ** Nummi Nummi's towering height, over six feet, is magnified by his thin, guant frame. His complexion is pale, unlike his normal tanned skin. He wears his whitish blond hair pulled away from his face and over his ears to display his sharp, angular features that reveal him to be of Glider descent. At the moment, he wears a tight black shirt with a plunging white collar that exposes the upper part of his chest. His blackened leather leggings are worn, but not overly so, allowing him the look of a distinguished elf. He Carries: A brown leather satchel, strapped down his side. A utility daggar, sheathed. Worn looking, but not unsharpened. A travelling pack; the pungent smell of dreamberries coming from within. Karga looks over at the arrival of yet another elf. Her mouth twists in a smirk; this one, however, does not get the spear that the earlier wolf-accompanied stranger had. The human girl moves out away from the spring, methodically searching the rocks and sands for any sign of a trail she could follow for a hunt. Zichri slips his tunic back on.. not really expecting this much company.. Jyla doesn't notice Nummi. She just looks at Kytek for a moment and waves her hand over her face, wiping sudden thick beads of sweat from her brow.. ** Its warm.. too warm.. I could use some shade.. ** An unnatural sweat. Nummi looks at none but Kytek, ** Master Kytek.. a human? ** Nummi looks at you. Kytek susgest to Jyla, ** The caves are cool, why not go inside? ** Zichri sends **The human is under my protection.** Jyla stares at Kytek, not blinking. ** You're right... they are cool.." Nummi looks at Zichri, and smiles, ** Someone has to watch over her. Im glad its you, Brother. ** Jyla squeezes into the thin cave opening. Jyla has left. Nummi looks over Zichri curiously, half-watching Jyla's exit. Kytek turns slowly back to Nummi, ** Clear Tunnels, Nummi. **he turns his attention back to Zirchi. Nummi yawns slightly, ** Im afraid Im going to have to cut the plesantries short here.. goodnight. ** Nummi says, in humanspeak, "Goodnight, human." Nummi squeezes into the thin cave opening. Nummi has left. Zichri looks over towards the direction Karga left... Some distance away, Karga's head snaps around at the sound of a voice that isn't Zichri's speaking her words. But when the owner of the voice is not readily apparent, she frowns, and does not come back, yet, to the spring. Eventually, though, the girl's tread changes, announcing her impending return. Zichri yells "" Zichri sighs to himself.. his stomache rather hungry... Karga comes back into view in short order, but pauses there, frowning. Once she's in Zichri's line of sight she stares over at him, considering. "" Zichri thinks for a moment.. "" Karga continues to frown at her companion; evidently, from the strange expression that shifts onto her broad features, the words "" coming out of him are an alien idea. Finally, grudgingly, she barks, "" Zichri says "" Zichri continues looking to Karga.. **I must speak with her first.** Zichri floats over so he's in front of Karga nad no longer having to yell.. "" Kytek looks at you. Karga waves a dismissing hand, and lopes over to settle down by her crude tent. "" She smirks. "" Kytek looks over at the other that Zirchi is talking to, ** She know elfin? ** Zichri says "" **Nope.** Karga looks up, frowning, at her companion. Then her eyes narrow, and she stares into the shadows where the other elves have been lurking. "" The words come out of her edged and harsh. Zichri floats so he's face to face with Karga.. him sitting though.. and whispers to her. Zichri whispers "If we split up, they may try to attack us seperately.. if we remain together we stand a better fighitng chance." Zichri whispers "Besides... they may have more wolfdemons down there." Kytek sends impatiently, ** We must go inside now, the sun will be up, and I don't have my larger cloak with me. ** Karga's face shifts, as her companion whispers to her. A hint of that fey harsh light returns for a moment to her gaze, and she turns her head to eye him, sternly. Karga considers, then announces, loudly, "" Zichri sighs... **What is wrong with the sun.. I've dealt with it for the last 4 days traveling this desert** Karga, with that, begins gathering her possessions, taking up her spear and sling again. The tent, after a moment's thought, she leaves. Kytek frowns, ** You haven't lived your life in the graleas mine.. Zichri says "" Karga eyes her companion, levelly. Zichri follows right up to her. Kytek frowns, ** You haven't lived you life in the ground as so your skin isn't as pale as mine. ** Zichri whispers "Look... Think about it... even my mother would agree that remaining together is best for both of our survivals..." **Another Moment.** Karga stares at her companion grimly. Kytek nods his head, ** Do you need me to persuade her? ** Karga growls out, gutterally, her voice low, "" Zichri whispers "There is nothing but desert every way we look.. atleast join me for a few days down there.. regain your strength and get some provisions." Zichri blinks.. then turns his face towards Kytek.. **No one will touch her in any way.** Kytek muses slightly, and nods his head slightly to Zichri ** Then she will not be touched. After all she is yours. ** Zichri sends bluntly.. **No one will touch her.** Karga leans closer to her companion, eyes hot, and growls, "" Zichri leans in towards Karga.. You sense Zichri slips out of his sleeve an ivory hilted dagger.. the blade a very fine metal blade.. (A nice lil gift from Vesh ;) ) "Keep this until we leave this place then... it is the only weapon I would ever have against you." Zichri whispers "But hide it." Karga blinks, suddenly, then looks hard into her companion's face. Finally, slowly, she nods. Whatever exchange between them seems to satisfy the human girl, for she turns and eyes the lurker in the shade. Zichri sends **We are ready now.** Kytek crosses his arms, ** Listen young one, let me put it to you this way teach me the language, or you do not go. ** Zichri ponders this for a moment. Zichri sends **I have not even heard you speak our language.** Zichri sends **She does not wish me to teach you..** Zichri sends **The less elves who know her tongue, the less who can lie to her.. ** Kytek says "I can speak our language. Just because I prefer the true speach as do all my people, doesn't mean I can't." his voice has a slight authoritative ring to it, "But that doesn't matter does it? It matters if you want me to learn, and how badly you want to go down." Karga's eyes narrow at the sudden new voice. Ah, so this shadow does have a voice to speak with. Zichri says "" Karga suddenly smirks again, amber gaze shifting from her companion to the other elf and back again. "" Kytek nods his head, motioning for you to fallow. ** Come then, let me show you my world. ** Zichri nods.. "" Kytek squeezes into the thin cave opening. Kytek has left. Zichri squeezes into the thin cave opening. Zichri has left. You squeeze into the thin cave opening. Entrance to the Underworld(#427RAJ) Recently, there has been a massive earthquake and cavein that has rocked the UnderWorld. Several passages have collapsed, and are impassable with huge amounts of rubble. You find yourself in what serves as a temporary meeting place and refugee camp for the Underworlders, Troll and Elves alike. Everywhere the sound of new construction can be heard, as once again the earth is tunneled into. It is dark here below. Your eyes are unaccustomed to the lack of light, and sounds echoing through the many passages and chambers make hearing an unreliable guide. The smell of dampness and fungus, strange underworld scent make things near impossible to sense that way as well. By feeling along the walls, and moving slowly one can find openings and passages to other areas... Contents: Zichri(#7878PJXce) Kytek Scragg History and Race stuff for New Characters Obvious exits: North Out Karga edges down into the darkness, following after her companion, and grows increasingly more tense as the shadows close in around her. Her hands stay on her spear. Kytek lights a Torch, only a scant foot away from you two, ** Keep the flame burning, for it is your life that depends on it. Tell her. ** he lights another one. One for each. Zichri nods lightly. Zichri says "" Karga, handed the fire, eyes it and then its bearer thoughtfully. In the wan light, she smiles narrowly, apparently pleased; now, with the torch in one hand and her weapon in the other, she holds the torch high, using it to cast flame forth and look at what she can within its illumination. Kytek leads you down, the darkness swalling you two. The torches your only light. He leads you to a large cave ** You may stay here, we do not have visitors usually so there are no guest caves. You will be allowed to leave here by the way you came, but will not be allowed to leave this cave. ** he points to Vragg, ** He -will- stop you if you try to explore. ** Karga exhales sharply at the sight of.... what? Holding her torch a little higher, her eyes narrowing in wariness, the human girl sucks in the sight of the guard their guide points out. Zichri sighs... "" Zichri says "" Zichri sends **When will I be able to meet Shayilbey.** Karga stares longly at the silent guard, then flashes a look back to Zichri, smirking bitterly, suddenly. "" she says pointedly, then says no more. But her gaze lingers on the troll. Zichri says "" Her brow furrowed in intense thought, the human finally glances back from studying the guard, as her companion speaks. All she says, however, is a brusque, "" Kytek shrugs, ** Shayilbey is very busy these days. I will speak to her promptly, and will have her see you. If you need anything. ** he whistles once, and another troll enters, ** Ask, Nohair and he will get it for you. ** he whispers something to the troll, which promptly nods his head. Zichri grins "" and then speaks towards Kytek "I await our meeting then." Karga continues to inspect her surroundings warily, saying only, "" Zichri says "" Kytek adds, ** And send to all that are down here. For they can easily snuff your torch out, and where would you be? Another thing, we do not have meat we eat mushrooms. ** Zichri sends **In the dark... a very familiar place** [To be continued.]