by Knight Errant » Thu Dec 11, 2008 1:07 pm
Sitting down in his tent... Julian begins taking apart his rifle and pistol, cleaning them, and putting them back together.
He hadnt heard Ashton's problem with her lack of tent, but maybe that was for the best. If he tried to offer his he probably would have made a mess of things again.
((Of course SHE could try asking HIM. ^_^))
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...

Click the eggs... feed the dragons.