Re: Mitsty Reloaded
The cover of your sleeping bag, and the sheet on the bed contained the spill. Misfortune is happy to clean it for you.
She tells you that her gold pleased the goldsmith with its quality, and he gave her a good price.
"I have not yet my dowry, but I am close, and several of my sisters have given me, even 'greedy piglet' has sent me four of her young calves of fine white camels. Father too, gave me the pound of gold taken from the one you call 'Cuddles', which is a very strange name for I would rather cuddle a porcupine than him."
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As you talk to the council, there is something a bit off about how they act.
Your first paragraph of your speech has them crinkling their faces in study. And before you go on, you are halted. They talk to each other, and you see a few enlightened expressions, and then it spreads, and they're nodding and grinning.
You hear some thoughtful points on the limits of power, but finally one of them quotes..."Am I my brother's keeper?" And they look troubled by turns, and angered by turns as you mention the unjustly dead. One of them stands, and rips his very expensive tunic in half.
There is much discussion, its quick, and lively, and very intelligent. But you finally get what's off. They don't see themselves as a Council, as a governing body. They advise, suggest, ask, but none of them think they have a right to demand except as masters of their own houses to those in their houses.
Finally, after an hour, one stands.
"Misty, we will ask Toss and Silence to accompany you. Both are young men of a hundred or so years of age, and thus skilled in war."
A few minutes later, two guys come to the council summoned by the messenger.
"I am called Toss, for I invented this." He shows you an at-atl, a spear thrower. The other, you suddenly realize he's wandered off and sat down thirty feet away. Even from here, you can feel the quiet, the stillness. If a man could jump into a pond and make no ripples, this is the man.