s guild nearly
was now a filthy sort of greyish-brownish colour. His skin, cheeks and arms and hands were smeared with mud,
out of his hair as he approached the inn his g
of his guild scattered about outside the inn which was built in
was a part of, was sitting upon
s he heard him approach,
ou been?' Ler
z ordered him as h
his head, pulling from his shaggy hair a live mouse and tossing it asi
al
roaning dramatically and
his' Leroy scowled at him.
oaned, the puddle of dribble ar
as the puddle of dribble seeped across
of the other guild members
that were outside moved over
Tristan said leaning over
came from his person. A mouse suddenly appeared, c
ou go?' Kyle
business' Walt
with a hand. 'You smell terrible.
yes brimming with tears. 'Through woods and rivers and c
h. 'A wash would make you feel better. Much better.' He paused, listening to Waltz as he continued to ramble
widened and he quick
running at full
nd long at the bottom was now clean, and now returned to its original colour, white-blonde as it was supposed to be.
, and the guild members that were o
ain' the guild member na
ard said, raising the tanka
altz said balling his
the bucket above his head, throwin
ff his head. The women either side of him woke as he j
it?' the red
y yet?' the
shouted at Leroy.
, ignoring the women as they gave him
, rising from the bed and b
owing him the piece of paper. 'There is a griffon causing t
ch is t
and returning it to his inner pocket. 'We need the money this job of
the room
'I just got here' he complained
oking his chest seductively. 'We like y
is boots on. 'I've got a village to save.
ng after him as he went; the women gazed
arby' Waltz moaned, kicking back his aching fe
y' Leroy sco
n walking
se doesn't co
hhh.
be so annoying?'
d to him. 'I've been thinking.
hy
Waltz said, beaming up to the darke
or what?' Le
called...Back
ha
pected En
xpression insta
y called Servicing the Rear Admiral...about a bl
y told him. 'T
t...uncomfort
ut
e Stor
up!' Leroy sn
rology teacher who's forty years old...who falls in love with an eight year old, w
ltz
d Pla
ltz
ere the eight years old choir boy is taken
ltz
ng...a true l
aned, becoming incre
ut an eight year old ghost that is moles
AL
..a story about
r the head with a wooden buck
otested. 'What
and standing over him. 'I swear I wish I could clone y
back
ully, and the eleven guild members s
rning they
horizon yet, but its light
him as the other me
n the woods
t them. Waltz held his hands out together, as
re that glowed green, its delicate
led. 'I feel today is g