Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Driva gasps at Tombgobbler.
Kaladaz grins.
Kaladaz says: He's harmless really... He's quite cuddly, in fact. Only chews people's limbs off when instructed.
Driva: Truly? It wasn't he who ate the gryphon master?
Kaladaz: Heh, no.
Driva: Oh.
Driva smiles.
Driva gently pat Tomgobbler.
Driva: Feels icky.
Kaladaz: That's the rotting flesh. You get used to it.
Driva looks dismayed.
Driva: I don't want to sleep with it, it's the ugliest face I've seen.
Kaladaz: I daresay not many would... Even I make him sit outside inns. If it makes you uncomfortable...
(Tomgobbler goes away)
Driva: Thanks!
Kaladaz bows before Driva.
Driva bows before Kaladaz.
Kaladaz: I aim to please. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Driva: My lord.
Kaladaz: Farwell, gnome maiden.
Kaladaz blows Driva a kiss.
Driva: And you.
It is part of Dear Driva's job to sometimes escort people through tough neighbourhoods. Once or twice she gets to escort an extraordinary client. In Felwood, this ghost needed Driva's assistance! I brought him to safety where he regained his physical form. It was a grand day in Driva's life to make friends with such a being.
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