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| | "Well, I don't know if you'll like Hotaro cooking," said Strasha. "...I never cared for it, but there's gourmets out there that love the bugs, snails, and mice, so decide for yourself." | | "Well, I don't know if you'll like Hotaro cooking," said Strasha. "...I never cared for it, but there's gourmets out there that love the bugs, snails, and mice, so decide for yourself." |
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| − | "I have some already," said Grala. "We mostly brew beer on our own, but Elf-Wine isn't bad for a change, and it looks like they brewed plenty."
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| − | "I'm hardly accustomed to that. More likely, however, we'll take a Harg-drawn Gnoll wagon-- one of those things that families live in. It won't smell pleasant, but at least it will improve upon walking."
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| − | "What's a horse?" said Azyria. "A Harg is a Harg, like that," she added, pointing out a windown.
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| − | Clearly visible was one of the large draft animals that the Gnolls used to pull their carts-- something akin to a gigantic rhino/hippo cross, with a low, beaked head and armor plates, wider than it was tall.
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| − | "Not as noble as the Haras that Sorceror knights ri... rode," she sighed. "But far better for pulling a wagon, I must concede."
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| − | "Food and camping supplies, plus whatever weapons you want," said Arale. She'd brought a spear. "Water I can get out of the ground, but food's more questionable. Uh, for a lot of things, I'd check with the Gnolls-- this is one of their live-in wagons, and they know them better."
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| − | The wagon, indeed, was gigantic-- the size of a house. It had a tentlike roof, and clearly was intended to be lived in. The Hargs that pulled it were the size of dinosaurs...
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| − | "Before?" said Arale. "Before the demons came... it was a simple life, but it seems so beautiful now. We lived in the sea, of course. We had a few settlements on coasts or islands where we traded... mostly for fish, but sometimes for the musical instruments that we made. We bought tools, mostly, and spears for fishing. We didn't need to farm, or work very hard to get what we needed from the sea-- we could sing the currents to draw the fish to us, after all. We fished, and sang, and danced, and made love, and scandalized the Elves and Serafin-- but they still traded with us, and a few wanted more than fish from us. Under the sea, it is beautiful-- the fish and plants come in all the colors of the rainbow, and wave gently in the currents. We had all we needed whenever we wanted, and it was a gentle and happy life...
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