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Date Posted: 16:15:07 10/11/03 Sat
Author: Gwyddorn Chrylsaethus
Subject: And so it goes on...

Unadventurous - that had always been his nickname in youth. Would that they could see me now, thought Gwyddorn with a dry smile. A port; ships; the smell of salt; seaspray... His childhood playmates from the Inlands of Vilfai had never felt such things. It had been, then, rugged forests, inhospitable mountains, and tumbling rivers which had formed the landscape... Daydreaming, again, thought the polecat irritably. One of his sudden and frequent mood changes came - tightlipped and grim-looking, he turned his footsteps towards the Fort, with its stockade, inn, and tavern.

-~*~-

"Cider, barkeep, cider. None of your wine. No matter how fine it is." Gwyddorn's voice was short and irritable. The barkeep was about to reply pluckily when he saw that Gwyd's paw was near his oddly hooked knife. "Going to say something... friend?" asked the polecat sweetly, head cocked, eyebrows raised.
"No, sir, not at all. Simply was about to remark that the weather's very nice, sir." Gwyddorn sighed, once again impatient.
"Skip me your lies, barkeep," he growled. "It's the same old routine. Customer insults barkeep, barkeep gets scared, 'Oh, what a lovely day'. Thanks for the cider, by the way..." Then the barkeep timidly said,
"Sir, you coinage..."
"What about it?"
"Well, you haven't payed..." Gwyddorn threw a bronze coin extracted from his purse hard at the barkeep, hitting him between the eyes.
"Payment enough," said the polecat. It was not a question. It was a firm statement. Before the barkeep could reply - as if he'd want to - Gwyddorn was gone to a warm, comfortable seat in front of the fire, taking his cider with him.

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