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Another Day, Another Town Surprising. Even in a quaint little town like this, you can still find a halfway decent cook. It just goes to show you don't really have to go to a fancy place to eat well. "Thank you for the meal," I told the proprietor. "It was quite good."
"Thank you," she said, smiling. "We appreciate you patronage."
I dropped a few coins on the counter. I wasn't quite sure how much the food cost, but I was certain that would be enough. The way her smile widened told me as much; in fact, perhaps I had overpaid. But that was alright. I could afford it today.
I exited her restaurant into the street. It was a beautiful sunny day, which contributed to my good mood. I slid my hands into my pockets and strolled down the street. There was no reason not to be courteous, so I waved to the townsfolk as I passed. This was such a friendly little place. I wondered to myself: were all small towns like this? Who knows.
Taking a Gamble "Hold on, sir," Charles said sternly. He placed one arm in front of the stranger, stopping him from entering the casino. Ordinarily, anyone who walked into the casino was welcomed - it wasn't an exclusive club or anything. However, it was intended for people who were well off, people who had plenty of cash to spend. It was impossible to do at a glance, but staff members were asked to use their best judgment to weed out the ones who didn't fit that. The stranger Charles had just stopped certainly looked the part.
The stranger's long, nearly white hair was really the only remarkable feature about him. He was dressed from head to toe in plain, shabby clothing that he might just as well have pulled out of a dumpster somewhere. Charles wouldn't have been surprised if he was just some homeless man who planned to loiter around in here just to get out of the cold - it had happened before.
"Is there a problem?" the young ma
Light Reading "I got us a present!" As usual, Taphram was grinning.
"What?" As usual, Keizen was not. "That doesn't even make any sense."
"Sure it does." Taphram plopped onto his bed in the hotel room and fished through his shopping bag. "I found something really neat at the store today-"
"While you were supposed to be getting supplies?"
"-Yeah, on the supply shopping trip. Anyways, I found something really neat at the store today that I think will be of use for both of us."
Keizen grunted. "Was it free?"
"No," Taphram said, drawing out the single syllable, giving his companion a duh! look. "I was at the store, not the dumpster."
Keizen sighed. "Well, then this better be good."
Finally, Taphram found what he was looking for in the bag. He pulled out a thick, heavy book and held it
Take Your Medicine Sometimes, Kirstaad wondered why he even bothered to have slaves. More often than not, they couldn't do anything right. He would come back to his chambers at the end of the day only to find that his things were in some sort of disarray. He supposed that maybe they didn't understand the methods he followed for organizing his possessions - they were just humans, after all. But that didn't really matter; whatever the reasons were, it still amounted to the same thing, that being that he had to straighten his room on his own.
It was this activity that was occupying him this evening. But today was different. As he was reorganizing a pile of books on a desk, something fell out of the chaotic mess: a little bottle. He picked it up, looking at it quizzically. It wasn't often that he found objects that he didn't recognize while cleaning his room. He had no idea what it was - there was no label on the bottle at all. But judging from the shape of it.
The Limitations of Science A signature here, a few lines here. And then again, and again. Doing paperwork like this could be such a pain. But what was probably worse was all the commotion going on in the hall. Jack had resolved himself to finish this stack before leaving for lunch, but the sound was making it hard to concentrate. How was he supposed to get anything done with all those hysterical people shouting outside his door?
He sighed in resignation. If he didn't shut them up, then he probably wouldn't even get these papers done by the end of the day, much less lunch. He rose from his chair, stalked to the door of his office, and flung it open.
Outside, there were two nurses. The culprits of all the shouting. He'd hoped that for all the trouble they were causing, there was actually an emergency going on out here. But no, they were just screaming at some kid carrying a wrapped-up bundle. How did he even get in here? Was he a patient? Well
Bio - Kirstaad ElgarKIRSTAAD ELGAR
The King's Right-hand Man
■ Ryushin ■ 300-350 ■ Adviser
Twinge of Fear Stepping out of the restaurant, Thorin was a little surprised at how different the city looked at night. It just had an eerie feel to it. But there really wasn't anything she could do about it - whether she liked the look of the streets or not, she still had a ways to walk before she made it back to her inn.
She couldn't stop her eyes from wandering as she walked. Everywhere she looked, there seemed to be shady looking people on every street corner, poking heads out of every alley. Perhaps she wasn't in the most classy part of town. She was sure that things couldn't really be that bad, she was just overimagining things. But she could have sworn that some of those people she laid eyes on were glaring back at her. It was times like these where she hated that she traveled alone.
Under different circumstances, none of these people would bother her at all. There was no better deterrent from theives than walking with an
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