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to show
you, much fun is to be had here, I will soon continue the celebrations, please ,
join me”.
    I was positioned quite comfortably
on the cushions, so it took some forceful will to move myself; upon arising, I
was guided outside, Jonule had gathered a small selection of people to speak
with me.
    “Everyone, as you know this is
Avis; she shall be staying with us for a short while at least, please make her
feel welcome, tell her tales, teach her skills”.
    In front of me, there were four
people, Jonule announced their names to me in a pleasantly welcome manner.
    “This is ‘Zinmbe’ she is my
people’s holder of mysteries; creator of magick, healer of the sick, wise and wonderful ”.
    Zinmbe looked unusual compared to
the other members of the village, an outsider perhaps, brought in from another
place; her ears were stretched almost to the point that they may rupture, you
could in fact easily pass a hand through them, the very thought of which sent colossal shivers shooting unforgivingly down my spine; which of course I hid kindly. Her
face and arms were decorated in yellow and red paints and protectively she held
onto a handful of local herbs and spices.
    “Next this is ‘Werdo’ he holds
the post of blacksmith, creating the finest swords and armour of the northern
lands; I beg you to find a man who can create a better long sword, but I am
sure you will not find them for a million footsteps”.
    He smoked tobacco through a pipe,
the smoke an unusual yellow colouration, unlike most tobacco the smell was
quite satisfactory to the senses, a hint of vanilla was overpowered by the blissful scent of mango; in disregard to the common clothing, he wore chainmail, possibly a way of advertising his work more effectively to the
village.
    “Here we have Operk, if you find
yourself needing clothing of any kind, he is the man to see, if it were
possible I would have him clothe the men of many worlds to show the great work he does”.
    Werdo interrupted with an eager
tone:
    “What use is clothing that tears
away at the might of swords and wears down at the graze of rocks? ”.
    “But that may be so Werdo, but what
good is armour, when the body shivers and aches from the cold kiss it gives? ”. Jonule said with a competitive glint in his eye.
    “You have me there Jonule. I
respectfully retract my statement”.
    Operk was smaller than the
others, yet still tall, he had a long beard, the ends of which were like
inverted horns; his eyes pierced through me as if searching for a fault in my
being; he wore a worn leather sack, fastened with the claws of some unholy
creature. His skin was the most noticeable feature, he had the same pale
complexion as the others, but it was as though he had scales, I presume they
covered his entire body, but at the least they surrounded his facial features.
    “And finally this is ‘Maul’ our
highest ranked warrior”.
    His name did justice unto his appearance;
he was beaten, bruised and ripped in matchless comparison, a man who I would
not like to share a feud with.
    After the brief introduction I
followed Jonule and the others towards an enclosed meeting area; entering, we
walked under a stone arch, the sides of the expanse had large steps, yet they
were intended for sitting upon; a large controlled fire warmed the area, but
also did Normona as she prepared delicious smelling food for everyone. I could
not count the number of spices and herbs she had laid out before her, but the
aroma was drawing me in every time I inhaled. Seating ourselves close to
where the food was to be prepared, Jonule gave me and the others a small mint.
    “Everyone, let us thank the grace
of life for the joys we have been given upon us; Avis, I ask that you may be
the first to start the proceedings, gently place the mint upon your tongue,
chew only a slight amount; do not want you flying away now do we ”. Jonule said
in a witty tone.
    My eyebrow raised in
bewilderment, but I did not want to offend Jonule, so doing