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Date Posted: 20:13:36 11/27/01 Tue
Author: Isobel
Subject: Exchanges and interchanges
In reply to: Barry 's message, "It couldn't be...." on 19:36:23 11/27/01 Tue

Isobel was still stuffing her face when she saw the small woman Tia shove napkins in her shirt and push her chest out. She nearly choked on the bread she was chewing and had to grab her java and drink it fast to keep from laughing. The woman had the good sense to pull them back out and threw them at Rowan. Ah! Another pitfall to avoid. Isobel made a mental note to leave Rowan to the small woman. Well... unless she needed information, that is.

Tia continued her amusing performance by leaping up and announcing her womanhood. Isobel's mouth quirked up at the corner and she shook her head slightly. Women could be as foolish as men, in their own way. Jealousy was such an interesting emotion. It made the most reasonable people do loco things.

She was still engrossed in the little drama when she became aware that Erlic was speaking to her again. She swallowed the mouthful of bread she had been chewing and turned to him. "Pardon," she said, "I was thinking."

“That is a very good idea,” Erlic repeated, “Employing someone for that reason alone would have beneficial causes to our survival. Very well done.” She smiled and inclined her head toward him. "I am happy that I was able to contribute to our eventual success," she told him. Her tone left no doubt that she was confident they would succeed.

“You seem to have me at a disadvantage,” Erlic stated. “Your vocabulary uses words that are somewhat foreign, at least to me. Perhaps you could enlighten us as to their origins.”

Isobel nodded. "But of course. The language is Espanol - Spanish. I am originally from... well it is far from here. The language spoken in this place is Espanol, although most of us also speak Common quite well," she graced him with a warm smile and here eyes twinkled with humor. "I have found that speaking it helps me to communicate with other people."

Suddenly everyone seemed to be getting ready to depart. Isobel observed the last-minute rush while trying to bolt down as much food as she could hold without becoming ill.

Tristan was still angry and was making quite a show of storming off to get ready. Marz chased after him. Si... go calm your lover, she thought. Anger during a dangerous time could be a problem. Best to start an adventure with a clear head, not one clouded by jealousy or anger. Isobel herself was never angry, of course. She chuckled softly, for she had few real illusions about herself.

When Ravin left to choose his Roc - ay... she did not look forward to sitting upon one of those undead beasts... they probably smelled foul - she grabbed as much bread as she could and shoved it in her small pack (this was the first time, but not the last, that she regretted losing everything but what she was carrying when the caravan was destroyed).

It occurred to her that she should have enlisted the services of Valhorek, for she was very tired and she was slightly injured from the encounter with the worms - she had a long slice along the underside of her left arm where it was not visible, but it was not a serious injury so she did not worry about it overly.

She hurried outside and stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the revolting beasts that were awaiting their riders. Isobel rarely feared anything and she was not afraid of the Rocs, but she did not like these unnatural creatures. No, she did not like them at all.

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