>>  Balefire looked over from atop his mount and spoke.  "Aye, you can join
us if you
>>like, although you may regret it later.  If you are what you say, you are
welcome.
>>If you bear us ill intent, you are a singularly unlikely foe, I'll admit,
and you
>>can always be dealt with later.  Twilight, if you'll be so good as to
rearrange the
>>loads on the packhorses, we can offer him a mount, although we have no extra
>>saddle.  Best free one for Mea, as well; I have no doubt she's managed to
lose her
>>horse somehow.  Meanwhile, Torgath, you can tell us all about this Asmoneas.
>>Forgive our ill-mannered response...if you are what and who you say.
Things have
>>not been going well for us."
>>
>	Torgath sighed.  "So, you wish to hear of Asmoneas.  Well, I don't have
much to tell you.  Asmoneas is a great dragon, like those in the legends.
I seek his head to make a potion that I need.  I had heard that he likes to
pray on lost and hungry travellers through the desert, so I was pretending
to be just that."
>	"Thank you," he said, as the horse was offered to him.  He climbed on the
back, and whispered something in its ear.  The horse whinnied, and they
were on their way.  "Wherever we're going," he thought.
>
Jeff Cauwels
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