Trinsic Reunion

The return.
by Kudos posted 10/13/2000



"You missed a spot..." - Kudos stretched his boot smirking at the crouched girl before him. Catalina growled mentally polishing the boot, hoping that maybe tis finally for him to go to sleep and she can go about her buisness without him hovering over every five minutes.

Kudos looked about his new home with satisfaction. Ah, what a grand visions danced in his mind, what plans were formed. A land, fresh and ripe and totally ready for him now. The land in its economic downfall, and ready for him to harvest. Kudos waved his palm casualy - 'That's enough, you are going to rub a hole in it. Scoot!'



Sending his servant off, he went back to the inventory catalogue. So much that had to be done, so many deals to be made and contracts to fill.

"You are a sick man, Kudos. Of all possible types you have got...a stone?" - Kudos chuckled to himself, as Zhelavar's malcontent with his new enterprise ran through his head.

' You never could tell malice from ability to grab an opportunity my dear old 'friend'.' - Thought Kudos to himself, listing his supplies, and checking the boxes that have been delivered to him this morning. No matter how much Zhelavar protested his existance on this land, no how many self-writeous lectures he had to endure in these past couple of days, he was glad she was around to make his life more challenging. she was about the only one he could trust, and he could use that trust and this unlikely bond between them, when embarking on this new adventure of retail.

'Kudos has returned, indeed. This shall only be the beginning of my legacy.' - smirked Kudos and instantly reprimaded himself for distractions. Much had to be done.

Catalina, stood outside, carving shafts heard her master chuckle from time to time. 'He is totally out of his mind, aye, he most definitely is.' sighing she looked over the pile of shafts and ever bigger pile of logs left to do. 'So much have to be done, and so little time to hunt. Oh, Lady Zhelavar, wehre are you when I need you?!'

The young girl went back to her work, while dreams of hunt, and excitement flashed and danced in her mind.

and somewhere far...far ...away there stood a middle-adged scribe in the middle of skara Brae:"Where the hyth was I going anyway?"



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