s guild nearly

was now a filthy sort of greyish-brownish colour. His skin, cheeks and arms and hands were smeared with mud,

out of his hair as he approached the inn his g

of his guild scattered about outside the inn which was built in

was a part of, was sitting upon

s he heard him approach,

ou been?' Ler

z ordered him as h

his head, pulling from his shaggy hair a live mouse and tossing it asi

al

roaning dramatically and

his' Leroy scowled at him.

oaned, the puddle of dribble ar

as the puddle of dribble seeped across

of the other guild members

that were outside moved over

Tristan said leaning over

came from his person. A mouse suddenly appeared, c

ou go?' Kyle

business' Walt

with a hand. 'You smell terrible.

yes brimming with tears. 'Through woods and rivers and c

h. 'A wash would make you feel better. Much better.' He paused, listening to Waltz as he continued to ramble

widened and he quick

running at full

nd long at the bottom was now clean, and now returned to its original colour, white-blonde as it was supposed to be.

, and the guild members that were o

ain' the guild member na

ard said, raising the tanka

altz said balling his

the bucket above his head, throwin

ff his head. The women either side of him woke as he j

it?' the red

y yet?' the

shouted at Leroy.

, ignoring the women as they gave him

, rising from the bed and b

owing him the piece of paper. 'There is a griffon causing t

ch is t

and returning it to his inner pocket. 'We need the money this job of

the room

'I just got here' he complained

oking his chest seductively. 'We like y

is boots on. 'I've got a village to save.

ng after him as he went; the women gazed

arby' Waltz moaned, kicking back his aching fe

y' Leroy sco

n walking

se doesn't co

hhh.

be so annoying?'

d to him. 'I've been thinking.

hy

Waltz said, beaming up to the darke

or what?' Le

called...Back

ha

pected En

xpression insta

y called Servicing the Rear Admiral...about a bl

y told him. 'T

t...uncomfort

ut

e Stor

up!' Leroy sn

rology teacher who's forty years old...who falls in love with an eight year old, w

ltz

d Pla

ltz

ere the eight years old choir boy is taken

ltz

ng...a true l

aned, becoming incre

ut an eight year old ghost that is moles

AL

..a story about

r the head with a wooden buck

otested. 'What

and standing over him. 'I swear I wish I could clone y

back

ully, and the eleven guild members s

rning they

horizon yet, but its light

him as the other me

n the woods

t them. Waltz held his hands out together, as

re that glowed green, its delicate

led. 'I feel today is g