[[[Sorry I could not stay longer. It almost killed Krook to be so polite to all you good folks.
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Krook, in his secret home in the hills: "PAH! GAH! Blasted, BLack Flame cursed, carpfish-brained, trull of a furskin Fenki HUGGED ME! PAH!"
A tefu begins advancing towards the sound of Krook's shouting.
Krook: "What are you lookin' at, ya pile of rancid fishguts?"
Tefu slinks away. Krook opens the hidden hatch to his home and steps down inside. Just before vanishing completely, he turns his head back to the far city and touches the 'acursed' hugged shoulder. A smile, half happy, half sad, crosses his face.
"Jhaahana would have liked ya, Zorbels. Best wishes. An' you too, Satayne, I s'pose, ya halfwit."
With that, the old grump swings his well crafted door shut, but still the the drifting tones of song can be heard from under the tuft of grass. Only a few would know the tune, being that that particular wedding song had gone out of style several hundred years gone...
