Submitted: 25 June 2000

Honor the Prince?

by Kaleth Fir'shield

"Mornin Baresh, ya wouldn't happen ta have some fresh milk would ye? I still have nae gotten used ta dat stuff dose dwarves drink," she giggles as she sits down at the bar and places a small stack of bronze Kronars on the bar.

As Baresh places a fresh bottle of milk in front of her, she says, "Thank ye Baresh, Would ye believe I actually saw dat Prince ye told me about?"

As she pours some milk into a glass she grins at Baresh and sprinkles some chocolate into the milk. "He seems a nice enough person, he is very patient. I was amazed how people treated him. In my pryde, if ye treat a Elder like dat your tail be sore for months!"

As she begins to drink her milk, she looks at Baresh and shakes her head. "Don't the elders of the other races teach their kits Manners? Was sad to watch people blame, curse, and even touch him. You said Prince lead this area? Kinda like a Elder he is.. so why people treat him like he a common merchant?" She drinks the last of her milk and sighs.

"Thank ye for da milk Baresh. I tink I go an try figure these people out." A big grin spreads over her face as she walks into the shadows and seems to disappear. Baresh shakes his head in amusement until he notices the coins on the bar are silvers. He chuckles to himself and mutters something about Prydaen kits.