Morning, Day Eight
For the first time in a week, the delegates awoke refreshed. It had rained hard again, masking any sounds that might have disturbed their rest. But perhaps nothing disturbing had been going on that night. The diplomats gathered in their usual spot, reduced now to a rather motley collection of qualifications: KingMorgan, Renata’s Aide, presided, with Junior Envoy Methos and Clerk oyzar leading their respective delegations. A grumpy Icekommander had been pressed into service as scribe, and in his inelegant but serviceable handwriting was drawing up the terms of the prisoner-exchange agreement as the others looked on.
They had all rather gotten out of the habit of checking each others’ tents in the morning, none of them being eager to be the one to discover the body. But still, as one after another of the surviving delegates appeared out of the mist to join them, it gradually became clear that once again there would be no need, for no one had died.
Optimism was running high as the day began.
It is now day, and posting is open. Nothing of interest was found in reverend oats’ things. Accusations and supports as usual.
For the first time in a week, the delegates awoke refreshed. It had rained hard again, masking any sounds that might have disturbed their rest. But perhaps nothing disturbing had been going on that night. The diplomats gathered in their usual spot, reduced now to a rather motley collection of qualifications: KingMorgan, Renata’s Aide, presided, with Junior Envoy Methos and Clerk oyzar leading their respective delegations. A grumpy Icekommander had been pressed into service as scribe, and in his inelegant but serviceable handwriting was drawing up the terms of the prisoner-exchange agreement as the others looked on.
They had all rather gotten out of the habit of checking each others’ tents in the morning, none of them being eager to be the one to discover the body. But still, as one after another of the surviving delegates appeared out of the mist to join them, it gradually became clear that once again there would be no need, for no one had died.
Optimism was running high as the day began.
It is now day, and posting is open. Nothing of interest was found in reverend oats’ things. Accusations and supports as usual.