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<blockquote data-quote="The Traveler" data-source="post: 2259538" data-attributes="member: 179"><p>"Man, this is the way to travel," said my cohort. He leaned over to grab one of the campestri, hairy knuckles wrapping around the wriggling spotted mushroom. We had been teaching them inappropriate tavern jingles to amuse ourselves, and our efforts bore fruit as the poor little bastard broke into a nasal rendition of "Drow Girls are Easy." My cohort began humming along with the rhythm section and kind of moaning the words: "Spy-dahs in her hair and dressed in leathah... keepin' me warm in wintah weathah..."</p><p> </p><p>You ale-addled dwarf! Wait till you see those goddamn stirges. I could barely hear the campestri, as the little bugger had disappeared into that great big gnarled fist of his.</p><p></p><p><em>He'd better not eat them now,</em> I told myself. Those campestri were the only entertainment we'd brought along, their shrill singing the only thing to distract ourselves from the more interesting terrain features of our trek. And also to maintain our rhythm on the road. A constant speed is good for horse health -- and for some reason that seemed important at the time. Indeed. On a trip like this, one must be careful about your horses. Avoid those quick bursts of acceleration that drag blood to the back of the brain.</p><p></p><p>My cohort saw the hitchhiker long before I did. "Let's give this boy a lift," he said, and before I could mount any argument he was stopped and this poor peasant kid was running up to the carriage with a big grin on his face, saying, "Hot damn! I never rode in one of these before!"</p><p> </p><p>"Is that right?" I said. "Well, I guess you're about ready, eh?"</p><p> </p><p>The kid nodded eagerly as we clattered off.</p><p> </p><p>"We're your friends," said my cohort. "We're not like the others."</p><p> </p><p>O Mystra, I thought, he's gone around the bend. "No more of that talk," I said sharply. "Or I'll put the leeches on you." He grinned, seeming to understand. Luckily, the noise in the carriage was so awful -- between the wind and the campestri and the gurgling stomach of my travel companion -- that the kid in the back seat couldn't hear a word we were saying. Or could he?</p><p></p><p><em>How long can we maintain?</em> I wondered. <em>How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then?</em> This same lonely forest was the last known home of the a notorious Yuan-Ti cult. Will he make that grim connection when my cohort starts screaming about stirges and carrion crawlers coming down on the carriage? If so -- well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere. Because it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'll report us at once to the Purple Dragons, and they'll run us down like dogs.</p><p></p><p>Mystra!! Did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my cohort, but he seemed oblivious -- watching the road, urging the Magnificent Blessing of Selune along at nosebleed-inducing speeds. There was no sound from the back seat.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="The Traveler, post: 2259538, member: 179"] "Man, this is the way to travel," said my cohort. He leaned over to grab one of the campestri, hairy knuckles wrapping around the wriggling spotted mushroom. We had been teaching them inappropriate tavern jingles to amuse ourselves, and our efforts bore fruit as the poor little bastard broke into a nasal rendition of "Drow Girls are Easy." My cohort began humming along with the rhythm section and kind of moaning the words: "Spy-dahs in her hair and dressed in leathah... keepin' me warm in wintah weathah..." You ale-addled dwarf! Wait till you see those goddamn stirges. I could barely hear the campestri, as the little bugger had disappeared into that great big gnarled fist of his. [i]He'd better not eat them now,[/i] I told myself. Those campestri were the only entertainment we'd brought along, their shrill singing the only thing to distract ourselves from the more interesting terrain features of our trek. And also to maintain our rhythm on the road. A constant speed is good for horse health -- and for some reason that seemed important at the time. Indeed. On a trip like this, one must be careful about your horses. Avoid those quick bursts of acceleration that drag blood to the back of the brain. My cohort saw the hitchhiker long before I did. "Let's give this boy a lift," he said, and before I could mount any argument he was stopped and this poor peasant kid was running up to the carriage with a big grin on his face, saying, "Hot damn! I never rode in one of these before!" "Is that right?" I said. "Well, I guess you're about ready, eh?" The kid nodded eagerly as we clattered off. "We're your friends," said my cohort. "We're not like the others." O Mystra, I thought, he's gone around the bend. "No more of that talk," I said sharply. "Or I'll put the leeches on you." He grinned, seeming to understand. Luckily, the noise in the carriage was so awful -- between the wind and the campestri and the gurgling stomach of my travel companion -- that the kid in the back seat couldn't hear a word we were saying. Or could he? [i]How long can we maintain?[/i] I wondered. [i]How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then?[/i] This same lonely forest was the last known home of the a notorious Yuan-Ti cult. Will he make that grim connection when my cohort starts screaming about stirges and carrion crawlers coming down on the carriage? If so -- well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere. Because it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'll report us at once to the Purple Dragons, and they'll run us down like dogs. Mystra!! Did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my cohort, but he seemed oblivious -- watching the road, urging the Magnificent Blessing of Selune along at nosebleed-inducing speeds. There was no sound from the back seat. [/QUOTE]
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