" And I meant it." And I meant it. "I would, too." Sometimes I like to wander around Rhysh just because it feels homey. And it does today. I mean, sure, it's a dungeon, and a castle, and all kinds of nasty, icky places where people come to obstensibly do nasty, icky, fun and loving things to each other. But sometimes I just like to wander around the quieter parts of the Castle and maybe wander into town and check out how things are going. Tonight, however, was not about to be one of those nights. Already, I had twice been recognized and invited into one event or another, politely declining each time. And then the last straw came when I was sitting at a table in a saloon with the unlikely name of the Bloody Unicorn, when someone walked up behind me, placed his paw over my eyes and growled, "Remember me? Guess who?" I recognized both the paw and the growl. "Hiya, K'kritt." The big snow leopard 'morph chuckled and sat down next to me. "Hello, Ken. How've you been?" I shrugged. I really was not in the mood to deal with K'kritt. "Not bad. Not bad at all. A little tiresome, but Terran politics will do that." Why did I say that? That's just what I didn't need to say... something about extrapendorian politics. K'kritt is a Pendor First and Only member, and a rabid one at that. He nodded. "You know my feelings on that matter." I sighed. Like I said, K'kritt is an isolationist, to the point where he doesn't believe Pendor needs colonies. One thing about him, though, is that he's never actually talked to _me_ about those beliefs, except in the proxy of daily news. Obviously, I was more than a little aware of his extreme and outspoken attitude. Kritt would love to see Pendor closed off from the rest of the galaxy again. He returned my shrug. "It's your business. |