The one person whom I might consider an friend of mine, who is now slave... is being carted off by her owner on a trip to the Sardars. Im bummin'. I even offered to come along and cook for the fishmonger so I can travel as far as Venna and let them be on their way.. but as always the fishmonger is an ass and told me to get naked and kneel.. or to be quiet.. or some such nonsence. I would like to follow along for the protection it would afford me to Venna.. but I do not think the old fire headed fishmonger will allow it... without a fair trade of robes and veils for the collar of Ar and her kennels.. and some other such nonsence.
The poet caught me by suprise last evening when we were all at the falls park. He asked me if the fishmonger had made up his mind yet. When I asked him about what.. he said that was all he needed to know. I admit my curriosity is peeked..but I am not one to go asking for answers when it could get me stripped and beaten for no reason. We shall see if it comes up again... then I will ask the poet what the hell he means. Anyway... the slave is here to clean my room and I need to get out into the city and make some cash. I will write more soon...
