*****Dale-Garlin*****
As the great beasts plodded on, Garlin got used to the steady rhythm of the great beasts' plodding on. Gramil, on the other hand, seemed to be very cautious on his beast, and almost jumped off with every step. They were about two days into their journey now, and the trip was going smoothly. He and Ethar had rekindled their friendship, and now they got on famously. Ethar would tell him all the things that were worth knowing in Harad, and he would tell Ethar the same of Dale. Just now, Ethar was telling him, "...and if you want a good time, find the ninth street to the east of the second guard house, and the third building once you turn right on that street. Knock on the 2nd door in that building and say, 'Ethar has sent me.' They'll open the door and you'll have your pick of..." "I get the picture, Ethar," Garlin cut in, hoping that Jarl hadn't heard. "And here I was thinking you had your eye on that shop girl!" Jarl jokingly yelled over. Blushing, Garlin steered his and Ethar's conversation towards something a little more... legal. "Are there any good wine merchants around?" He asked, since he had intended to buy some for his mother, stuck with that good for nothing alcoholic that he had the dishonor of calling a father. And so, the beasts trod on, Ethar detailing the finer wine sellers to Garlin all the way.
[ October 10, 2002: Message edited by: Tharkûn ]
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