Submitted: 9 November 1999

Law Has No Bite

by Faelkal

"Did I forget to tell you on my last stop in that I scented the empath who was on trail some turns of the sun ago?"

He laughs and nods. "Yes, indeed I did ... and since I've never been to the islands that are spoken of so often, it was a bit of a surprise."

Peering around again, sniffing the air, the Prydean seems not to find who he's seeking. "It was at that fever place ... the +festival+ that I scented her ... more than once."

His grin is infectious. "It would seem the Easterners give a lot of whisker ..." He pauses a moment. "Wait a moment ... mouth ... no, that's not it ..." Pondering he lashes his tail. "... lip ... that's it .. lip ... to what they call their laws."

Sniffing the air one more time, he laughs. "Ah well, there's so much to learn about the East. But ... I believe the barge has been sighted ... I must run."