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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 3008074" data-attributes="member: 16166">The night was hot, hot as hell, Jazick remembered that much of his dreams.  There were screamings, someone was calling to him, warning him, but little was left in the morning past the heavy sweat that soaked his blankets.His hand shook as he slowly tidied himself before a polished old shield on the wall, he couldn't remember the last time he was so badly shaken.  What had happened in his dreams could stay there...Rory was in fine spirits, mopping up the filthy yellow water that had soaked into the back of his bakery.  His bread was reliant on the stale water, but occassionally he could afford a barrel of purified water to make the apricot danish that had made his famous in the neighbourhood years ago.  Where he got those damn apricots from though, no-one ever could find out.With a smile and a quick chat, Jazick exhausted the opportunity, learning little from the portly baker but filling up on his dinner rolls and off tasting butter (which he continually apologized for, damn rain spoiled everything).The Tully Residence was next.  With a danish in one hand and a calmer demeaner, Jazick moved through the crowds towards the old inn that the extended Tully family had holed up in.  Thirty-six Tullys under one roof made it hard to get any time alone with Judith, but it was nice to see a relatively happy family in these times.With a solid pound on the door so that the noise would carry through the large building, as well as over the screaming playful children, Jazick waited until the latch was unlocked with baited breath.  Pale fingers wrapped around the edge of the door as Judith's long hair dangled into view, peering through the crack with one eye she threw the door open at the sight of Jazick."Jazick!"</blockquote>

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