"Whoa is me!! This is just terrible!!" Valier paced back and forth, back and forth. "This reminds me of the time when we use to wear onions on our belts.....Back in 13diggidy-do..... How awful, poor Glirdan!" Valier plopped herself down into a large overstuffed chair and looked towards the bar. "I believe this calls for a drink! We must put our heads together, to find the culprits and a little liquor will take the edge off." Valier raised herself from her sitting position and meandered to the bar, plunked down some coins and waited for more conversation to start so she could assess everyone and try to reveal their true natures.
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