Thorough their notes Thief 1 and Thief 2 had been sending missives off to the High Druid north of Harn and to the Grand Wizard (Thief 1 had come back as a wizard) in Harn proper. Biggboy was preparing to cook the night's meal using all of the ingredients he'd been collecting since we came down the well - and Little Boy had already determined in a "ninja" note that if anyone ate all that nasty shit they would most definitely die. And as I stood there at the urinal Poot was saddled next to Baby Momma and Pony tail pushing them away from Neverwas and into our pocket.
Surely it would work, I thought as I washed up, and then I found myself getting tired. I had worked my 128th day straight going into this game, averaging 16 hours a shift, and looking at myself in the mirror I began to realize that I was wearing a bit thin. For the first time in my life I could actually see gray creeping into my hair and over the last three months I had really started smoking and drinking entirely too much. Ho, ho! You're getting much too serious, kid. Let's get back to the game and deal with that mess later.