622 - Into the Onslaught

Muunas, High God, make those
shenning girls stop! 
 



"Kyriala!"  I was almost
wheezing.  I wasn't drunk at all any
more, chasing those... those... I had a choice. 
I could get angry or just give up and laugh.  The dawn was just over the Rim and the light
had gone from dim to the absolute crystal clear of what people call a 'throne
morning'.  Thank you Ten.  Jitzmitthra seldom had rain but