The Magus was beginning to enjoy his Engenides-created holiday. He FINALLY had time to work on the Herbal that he was meaning to compile. "Mildly Toxic Plants of the Three Kingdoms", he planned to call it. "Boy!" He yelled at the guard who was carying his many baskets of samples, "I found it!" It was the common lesser false gimpweed, rather delicious in a salad and almost harmless in it's side effect of producing horrible flatulence. ... Why does the queen hate me so, wondered the guard as set set down the the wicker baskets of weeds the Magus collected on the counter. I would rather die in an Attolian raid than trudge after this old fool. Sighing, he exited the kitchen...
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Date: 12/21/10 09:23 pm (UTC)...
Why does the queen hate me so, wondered the guard as set set down the the wicker baskets of weeds the Magus collected on the counter. I would rather die in an Attolian raid than trudge after this old fool. Sighing, he exited the kitchen...