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Date Posted: 11:06:14 09/22/05 Thu
Author: T'gan & Chuth, Kestor, Westar, Tresta
Subject: >Well, well, well.<

Watching D'ctor's dramatic exit, T'gan is startled and confused for a moment. To cover for his confusion, he slips into the line for food, managing to squeeze in near the front. As he fills his plate, the startlement begins to recede, and a smile quirks his mouth for a moment. He shouldn't be surprised; long before he'd spoken much with the man himself, T'gan had heard of how eccentric the old bronzerider could be, and his exposure to D'ctor hadn't done anything to alter that reputation. This had been totally unexpected, but T'gan reminds himself that he really doesn't understand D'ctor well enough to predict him. Yet, anyway. I like him; he's interesting. Maybe someday I will know him that well. He hopes so. For now, though, he'll concentrate on getting the food he prefers before it's all swept away by eager, hungry dragonriders.

On the heights, Chuth listens patiently to Whoth's messages, then relays them to his rider. Whoth says that we're leaving very soon. We'll go in a few days at the most. You may want to start packing tonight, or tomorrow morning, he suggests, rising to his feet as Whoth's second message comes through. I'm going to hunt now, and I'd like a thorough bath and oiling in the morning. Send the firelizards with me, and I'll feed them, the bronze dragon adds in a burst of atypical generousity.

It seems that everyone's springing surprises tonight, and T'gan blinks in confusion before smiling and nodding his agreement. /All right. Kestor, Westar, Tresta, go to Chuth,/ he orders the firelizards. /Go to Chuth and eat with him./ Squawking protests, brown Kestor and blue Westar rise from his shoulders and vanish between, but Tresta cheeps in protest and clings to his shirt. Smiling down at her, T'gan relents. "Fine, Tresta, you can eat with me. Just don't pick at your food." Sitting down, he sets two meatrolls to the side and lifts her onto the table beside them. "There you go." Keeping one eye on his firelizard and aimlessly scanning the crowd, T'gan begins to eat.

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