Re: Meanwhile, back on the grassy knoll

Recently, a script from Balrog arrived, in which they said:

:> The ****eldmaiden glimpses first the fla****ng light, then the large blue
: box,
:> and finally her eyes light on the Man with the Scarf.
:>
:> An interestingly anachronistic addition to the party, she thinks,
: preparing
:> a goblet of fine Madeira for the stranger  ....
:>

Goodness me. Madeira, here? A wine I can well do with. I thank you.
Btw, that's a lovely chain-mail skirt, did you knit it yourself?

: Methinks the stranger is true friend, though tis difficult to tell with
all
: that wollen cloth hiding his form and face.

I'd rather a scarf than a shadow, after all, it keeps one warm.
Mind you, I doubt you have any problems staying toasty. 

: Had you been hiding that fine nectar from me? Or saving it for an
: occaision - for if he actually shows his face from behind that scarf and
: removes that horned helm, t'would surely be such.

<fx: bows and doffs the thor-alike helmet>

With pleasure, once among friends. Don't mind my mode of trans****t,
I much prefer ****ps myself but their  dimensions of travel are so
limiting.

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