I've got one that's just horrible for that kind of thing, I'm afriad. Introduction of the Principal Soloist To me had fallen the delicate task of informing the new Eplakil of his recent elevation. So when news arrived at the palace that his ship, the Borgo T'el, had docked at the nearby village of Foltoui, I set out at once to find him. When I emerged from the stifling dimness under the jungle canopy, the fierce sunlight revealed more than one ship bobbing about on the bright waters. I was not experienced in the ways of trading vessels, so I decended to the village, passing through the thornwall, and stopped to make inquiries. The first likely informant I found was an elder, engaged in mending the end of a rope. "Isde Ikhsior?" the old man responded, showing his nut-stained teeth. He seemed amused. "So Ikhsior rates as high now. That's appropriate," he set his rope aside, levered himself to his feet, and, as he was an elder, I carefully refrained from noticing the overly energetic way he brushed bits of treebark off the seat of his green cotton gisgir. "I'll take you to the Bedime of the Borgo T'el," he said. Everytime I try removing some of the "wierd words" I end up putting in different wierd words. [sigh!]