- Markshire PCs:
When we got to their house, Sar and Faith was standinâ€™ by the door. We all said hello and told â€˜em again we was sorry fer what we did. Then we asked Faith if she might have a bit oâ€™ food fer us to eat, cause all oâ€™ the walkinâ€™ we did ta get there had made us hungry.
Walis, thinkinâ€™ mayhap there was a chance oâ€™ a meal, was now standinâ€™ there with a dumb look on his face, his mouth half open with drool dribblinâ€™ outta it onto his breast plate! Faith accepted our appol . . . our tellinâ€™ her we was sorry and said sheâ€™d be glad ta fix us somethinâ€™!
Then she invited us inside! I set about helpinâ€™ her in the kitchen while the others found seats around a huge oak table in their dininâ€™ â€˜room. â€˜Cept fer Port who put away his quill and parchment, and went about setinâ€™ the table fer everyone. Voran saved the seat next to him for me.
Soon we was munchinâ€™ away on a delicious salad, full oâ€™ greens and tomatoes and bits oâ€™ cheese with chopped up red onions and some oil and vin . . sour stuff what made me lips pucker, drizzled all over the top oâ€™ it. Faith told us the salad was named after some great tribal leader who lived ages ago, far to the south oâ€™ Markshire!
So nice she was, sittinâ€™ there at the head oâ€™ the table chatterinâ€™ away and beinâ€™ all sweet and sugary just like a little cup cake! She was a perfect hostess!
After dinner Frank popped in ta say hello and thank Faith and Sar for keepinâ€™ the paintings which belonged to his clan, in such good condition. Frankie said it was proper and customary to offer a nice gift to those who helped his people and he had one for Faith! He dug deep into his pack and came out with a rare old relic, a Magic Ceremonial Stick oâ€™ Poo!
Faithâ€™s eyes lit up and you could see she was as pleased as punch with Frankâ€™s gift! I ainâ€™t thinkinâ€™ Faith was too sure oâ€™ just what it was, ya know? But I knew all about that stick and had ta turn away, ta keep from laughin out loud! Ya see, Frankie give me one just like it a few weeks back! I guess they ainâ€™t really so rare.
Anyways I had a devil oâ€™ a time with mine! Every time I went ta put it down it kept poppinâ€™ right back into me hand again! The only thing that worked was ta lay it on the ground then jump on it real quick! As long as ya stood there on top oâ€™ it, it couldnâ€™t move nowhere. It took three days fer the magic in it ta finally wear off!
I also noticed when Frankie handed the stick ta Faith, he was holdinâ€™ onto the good end! I was chokinâ€™ tryinâ€™ ta hold back me laughter! Faith thanked Frank and locked the Ceremonial Stick oâ€™ Poo away in a trunk she kept in a corner oâ€™ the room.
Before we left for the Grippli camp I told Faith not ta be stirrinâ€™ no pot oâ€™ soup with the stick Frankieâ€™ gave her.