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<div class="gmail_quote">On Fri, Apr 25, 2008 at 7:19 AM, Sam Elliot <<a href="mailto:samlelliot@gmail.com">samlelliot@gmail.com</a>> wrote:<br>
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<div class="Ih2E3d">On Thu, Apr 24, 2008 at 5:56 PM, Nic Hughes <<a href="mailto:nicolas.h@virgin.net">nicolas.h@virgin.net</a>> wrote:<br>> Aalmon smiles even more broadly, clearly this is going to be fun he<br>
> thought to himself "We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in<br>> turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. And this.." he<br>> continued bowing graciously to Ichtya "is our shrubbery."<br>
><br>> He stopped and smiled, waiting to see what the reaction would be.<br><br></div>Icthya rustles as she courteseys to the stranger. "Icthya of Erontree,<br>at your disposal. Aalmon didn't quite say it right, mind," she informs<br>
him, "it should be Shrubbery".<br><br>"Capital S, see? Makes the world of difference."<br><br>She smiles, inscrutable as foliage.</blockquote></div>
<div><br>Rikku wryly smiles at the Simpleton, musing on ways to manipulate her innocence. </div>
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<div>Keeping his hands hidden behind his back, he turns awkwardly to the Luatha, "My equipment? I need my gloves."</div>
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