—Sidney Poitier Soarer’s Nest, Vineleaf Village: 9:15 tines Sam woke up the next dawntine to the smell of fresh coffee with Midnight on his head. ::We thought you’d never get up. It’s after nine.:: ::Don’t be a scold, Midnight. Sam had a big day yesterday and he was worn out. I have your coffee, my fox, and a new coffeepot that can make coffee neither you nor I can screw up. I dropped one off at the gatehouse an hour ago.:: ::Why did you go there?:: Sam was almost pouting. ::I went to fix a pot so that you’d have your coffee this dawntine and not turn into what your femspring described as a grisly.:: Tarin sent a picture of an ursine creature with big teeth, pointy ears, and tusks. Sam shuddered. “That’s not like any bear I’ve ever seen.” “That’s because it’s not a bear, it’s a borad, a Sarran forest animal that tastes something like your pork. Our hunters butcher the meat and cook it and it tastes like pork, or they cure the meat so it comes out like your ham.
