<html><head></head><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif;font-size:13px"><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12080"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12155">> <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier; font-size: x-small;" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12156">Kiet grumbles as he dumps sand out of his nice boots</span></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12157"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier; font-size: x-small;" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12158">> and puts them back on then walks back to the shack.</span><br style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier; font-size: x-small;" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12159"></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12160"><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12161"></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12162">Pyan looks out over the dunes and says, "Do you think he will share the soup with us?"</div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12163"><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12164"></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12163"><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12214">> "now, I think I might be able to contribute a fair amount since they wanted dwarves...and</div><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12214">> it sounds like some of what we have to do is underground." He smiles at the thought of</div><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12214">> that. "However, any ideas are welcome. Don’t hesitate to suggest, just don’t be </div><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12214">> impertinent."</div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12215"><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12216"></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12215">Pyan thinks it over for a bit them speaks up, "Are there any intelligent monsters that eat dwarfs? I don't know why but I get the feeling that you weren't being collected for slave labor. From what I've learned of dwarfs from Dorhak I can't imagine them being forced to do work they didn't want to do"</div></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12163"><br></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12165">--- It is with books as with the fire in our hearths; we go to a neighbor to get the embers and light it when we return home, pass it on to others, and it belongs to everyone.<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12166">"<span style="font-family: New; font-size: medium;" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12167">If nature has made any one thing less susceptible than all others of exclusive property, it is the action of the thinking power called an idea, which an individual may exclusively possess as long as he keeps it to himself; but the moment it is divulged, it forces itself into the possession of every one, and the receiver cannot dispossess himself of it. Its peculiar character, too, is that no one possesses the less, because every other possesses the whole of it. He who receives an idea from me, receives instruction himself without lessening mine; as he who lights his taper at mine, receives light without darkening me. That ideas should freely spread from one to another over the globe, for the moral and mutual instruction of man, and improvement of his condition, seems to have been peculiarly and benevolently designed by nature, when she made them, like fire, expansible over all space, without lessening their density in any point, and like the air in which we breathe, move, and have our physical being, incapable of confinement or exclusive appropriation.</span>"--Thomas Jefferson to Isaac McPherson</div></div><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12168"><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12169"></div><div class="qtdSeparateBR"><br><br></div><div class="yahoo_quoted" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12132" style="display: block;"> <div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12131"> <div style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12130"> <div dir="ltr"> <font size="2" face="Arial"> <hr size="1"> <b><span style="font-weight:bold;">From:</span></b> Dorhak Red Wall <dorhak@comcast.net><br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">To:</span></b> pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org <br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sent:</span></b> Thursday, May 3, 2018 11:49 PM<br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Subject:</span></b> [pnpgm] Dorhak<br> </font> </div> <div class="y_msg_container" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12129"><br><div id="yiv6360049306">
<div id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12128"><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);">Dorhak is somewhat taken aback by the tall dark woman's suggestion that <em>he</em><em></em><em> </em><em></em><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><em></em></span><span style="text-decoration:underline;"></span><span style="text-decoration:underline;"></span><span style="text-decoration:underline;"></span><span style="text-decoration:underline;"></span><span style="text-decoration:underline;"></span>'lead' this...what would you call it? Adventure? Mission? </div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br></div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Lass, are you sure about what you are suggestin'? Ah haven’t been with you all for long, and hardly seen any of you these past three months."</div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br></div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12127">Dorhak wipes his face with his hand, making an ugly look. He's obviously thinking hard about something. "Ahm not used to leading a group this large. What leading I have done was in combat and ahm thinkin' this might take a wee bit more than that. However, I think I must accept. These were my kin they kidnapped, and we dwarves don’t take such slight lightly."</div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br></div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Alright, then. We have a ship, but no crew. I know a few of you have experience on these boats, but few of us dwarves have any such experience. Truth is, going out on the water gives me the willies! But ah ain’t no coward, and some justice must be done. So...Captain Damon! Do you know of anyone we could trust to take this boat, and the lot of us, to this island?"</div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br></div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);">to the the rest of the people, he says "I have some conditions for those of you that might join us. First...stop with the secrets. Our very lives count on all of us knowing and understanding what each of us is about and what we can do. So, there will be time enough on board to tell stories. Secondly. I have heard tales about how some of you rather like to wander off by yourselves sometimes, and not tell people where you are going...or even <i>when</i> you are going." He crosses his arms and faces Fremea while arching a brow. "We'll have none of that. It may work for you, but eventually someone’s luck runs out."</div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br></div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br></div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);">"So...who's in?"</div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br></div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12182">"So...what supplies will we need? Will we want horses? How should we get there and where will we land? I rather suggest floating right up to that little village with our boat might not be the smartest thing."</div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12183"><br></div><div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1525546726199_12184">dorhak quietly waits for the others to speak.</div></div>
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