- Markshire PCs:
And like magic, there we was! Walis, Port, Bel, Durok and me, standinâ€™ in the Grippli camp! Sun, Voran and Trau arrived shortly after. Well . . . ya can only fit so many inta Barrelgoreâ€™s kitchen at one time ya know?
Frankie told us there still was a few more items weâ€™d have to gather. He was now wantinâ€™ some pictures hanginâ€™ in Sarâ€™s house what belonged ta his tribe. They was heir . . heirloo . . . His tribe owned â€˜em fer a very long time.
He told us ages ago, one oâ€™ their leaders scratched out some instructions on the back oâ€™ the canvasses. Grippli Glyphâ€™s they was! Theyâ€™d explain to us what to do with the special rare glacial ice, McGreggorsâ€™ lantern, the bunch oâ€™ rope, the graveyard dirt, and all other stuff weâ€™d collected fer him over the past week.
I was glad Frank ainâ€™t asked fer the special rare glacial ice straight off, cause I was havinâ€™ a slight problem with it. Ya see, like told ya on another page, I put the ice atop me small clothes in me pack. It was a mistake I made ta put it there.
The iceâ€™s been sittinâ€™ fer awhile, and now me small clothes is all frozen solid, and stuck fast to the damm ice. Canâ€™t budge â€˜em . I told Durok â€˜bout it, and he give me a few pair oâ€™ his, and Iâ€™m wearinâ€™ â€˜em now but they keep slidinâ€™ down off me hips cause with him beinâ€™ a dwarf and all, theyâ€™ s just too wide fer me! And besides, theyâ€™s all gray, and drab as dirt. No color to â€˜em, ya know?
Anyways, fer sure I canâ€™t wear a dress no more til I getâ€™s this all straightened out. Gonna talk to Sun â€˜bout it. Iâ€™m sure sheâ€™ll be able to make me some new ones what donâ€™t keep slippinâ€™ off oâ€™ me.
Seems everyone in Markshire knows where we went and what happened next so Iâ€™m thinkinâ€™ I ainâ€™t gotta write â€˜bout that part. We returned to Frankieâ€™s camp with the pictures he was wantinâ€™ and he int . . . interpa . . . uh, told us what all the squiggly lines and funny images meant what was drawn on the back oâ€™ each canvas.
Now we was ready to climb down in the cavern under the shaftinâ€™ tree to try our hand at stoppinâ€™ all those hearts and tubes and stuff beatinâ€™ and belchinâ€™ away, down below in that pit. â€˜Cept fer Voran. He got tired and went home ta bed.
Just before we went down, Port told me he had somethinâ€™ fer me what he thought might help me some. He pointed to a bag sittinâ€™ on the ground in front oâ€™ him. I peeked in it, but carefully, cause I ain’t never quite sure oâ€™ just what Portâ€™s planninâ€™ ta do next.
Well oh geez! Sittinâ€™ in the bag was a new helm! And decorated in colors that matched perfect with what I was wearinâ€™! The words, â€œHeadband of Intellectâ€ was scribed in big bold letters right across the front oâ€™ it! Why how thoughtful oâ€™ him! I bent down and gave the little gnome a big kiss square on top oâ€™ his head!
Ohh! He blushed somethinâ€™ awful he did! I think it might oâ€™ been the first time ever, heâ€™d been kissed by a girl! Out came his lute, and he danced a little jig, all the while pluckin’ away and singinâ€™ a sweet tune â€˜bout me! It was so nice! And his playinâ€™ ainâ€™t sounded tinny ta me at all, like I said a few pages back! I decided right then, ta forgive him fer tellinâ€™ everyone I had a big backside a few days ago!