Mithadan, looking none too rested, plopped himself wearily into the chair and accepted the mug. 'I see we have a visitor.' he said, nodding his head toward Ancalimon in acknowledgement. He raised his eyebrows at Pio 'Perhaps I should have been informed that he had come aboard . . . safety of the ship and all . . .?'
'Oh, the ship was well defended!' interjected Ancalimon.'She nearly skewered me before I had the chance to explain who I was!'
'My apologies, Mithadan! I would have roused you had I thought there was need of it.'
She topped off both their mugs and stood to go. 'By your leave, gentlemen, there is something I need to do early today, so I'd best get to it. Enjoy your tea!'
'Is it possibly something I should know about, too?' asked Mithadan in a vexedly amused manner, as she reached the doorway.
'Ah, yes. It's Levanto. I'm going to send him upriver this morning to scout for us. I'm sure I told you about that somewhere along the line, didn't I?'
She ran upstairs hurriedly, leaving them to the comfort of their tea and each other's company.
[ September 12, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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