horse meat? that is over an hour away.
i was thinking goblins....
*To myself: Clearly, my prior sheltered scholarly existence has ensured that my mind is strangely……..unaware……..of some of the more dramatic and drastically challenging perspectives on life, and death, that may be held elsewhere….not least by my companions on this quest.
While I had steeled myself for the regrettable but necessary fact that my unfortunately slaughtered steed, my quite elegant palfrey, might have to serve our party as a source of sustenance, it comes as some considerable surprise to have to mentally re-arrange certain attitudes which might allow for my splendid stalwart palfrey to be served to……wolves.
But, it appears, that this is not at all what the noble Bartolomeus has had in mind. No. His casual aside is to offer those chained wolves a meal which comes in the form of meat derived from their former (that is, former, as in former, because deceased) owners……..
While the Elven deities do not approve of wanton waste, the whole idea of the cosmic circle and cycle and all that having some strange prominence in a few elven sects - one does wonder about such things……propriety and all that..*
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Say to Bart: Good idea. Go grab the goblins and throw them to the wolves.
*To myself: Suppresses internal shudder. Who are these people? What was my Grandsire thinking in dispatching me on this quest? Indeed, whatever possessed him to willingly partake of it in the first place? Perhaps there was more to those great gaps in his life - the ones that nobody knows about - than meets our Darkvision enhanced eyes?
And now, - my companions - they will merely think I am overly sensitive to the cold…..*