Post by Abbess Kipcha on Oct 9, 2005 16:37:00 GMT -5
Friar Snowflake was busy in the kitchens when Zamoran came in carrying a grayling, "Excellent excellent, this will make a fine dish!" he cried, his tail wiping his brow, "Where do i put it?" asked Zamoran
"Just place it there, i'll prepare it later."
"Just place it there, i'll prepare it later."
