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Myron Epimetheus
The little man turns at Brendon's greeting. "Ah! I see you have done more than sleep, boy!" There is a genuine trace of excitement in the voice of the sage as he receives the yong man's gifts. "Yes, yes, these shall do quite nicely and I must put them to use. There is so much to do, why one scarecely has the time to finish the thinking at hand before new thinking must begin ....." His voice trails off as his mind pursues a stray tangent of thought. After a moment he turns again to Brendon. "You are pale, my young friend, so white it is little wonder you needed to sleep." Once more he reaches into the strangely deep pockets of his robe, this time drawing out an earthen bottle and a small cup. Filling the cup, he hands it to the young man along with some of those small napkins which are so wonderful for the writing down of the things one has been thinking about. "You must be sure to have something warm to drink. Yes, yes, a warm drink is just the thing to stimulate thinking when one has grown tired. And there is so much thinking to do and so little time within which to think the thoughts one needs to think." He places the bottle aside while he carefully places his gifts into his pockets and then turns, muttering to himself as he does so. The little man's feet shuffle a few inches above the ground and then he is gone.
ooc: The curious warm liquid will remove the lingering chill of the Underforums from those who drink it.
[ 03-20-2004, 01:20 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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