Kintla Flatlands we can't compete with the squirrels

i hope it's ok that i went ahead and concluded this. it seemed like a good place to wrap it up. :-)

As Grayday mentions himself in a third-person manner calling himself a stand-up fellow Eske’s eyes threaten to roll out of her head and she makes no attempt to hide her disdain or disgust. He looked like he was old enough to be Eske’s father and Furi’s grandfather. “Not all women are interested in men.” Like Eske herself, for instance, and while she would never presume to assume Furi’s sexual orientation …if the girl even knew it herself yet it felt good to be able to slip in there that not all women desired the opposite sex ( and vice versa ) especially as Eske gets the impression that the stranger is fond of himself. “Good,” The Drakru speaks sharply. “Then leave us be.” She couldn’t wait to put distance between these wolves and her party. She wanted to be back in Drageda. It is the only time the Wanlida is going to issue the warning to him to leave them alone ( though mainly she means Furi ). She’s had as much of him as she can stomach for a lifetime, admittedly ( and yes, Eske’s a bitch like that ). “Come,” She calls softly to her young Second. “Our friends are probably growing worried.” She ushers the girl away and with one last look over her shoulder at the pair she heads back to where the others await. The sooner they wrap up this mission, the better.