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Posted by on 1999 Jun 4 |

Sasher Confronts Rumors

(Crossing, Zoluren: 4 Akroeg 358)

‘Hello Baresh. Might I have a word with you?"

Baresh looks up to see a tall, regal Kaldar. "Sasher?" he asks, "Whatever happened to talking like a dumb ‘Tog?"

"Ah" Sasher replies, "In good time. I have come to answer some inquries made of myself. Yes, the Kaldar are stronger, faster, smarter and better looking, in other words superior in every way to humans, but I talked as you say like a ‘dumb Tog’."

"People also wondered why I said I lost my home, when the Kaldar really made a pilgrimage."

"And since the Kaldar race doesn’t live in a tribe naturally, what ‘tribe’ am I referring to?"

"Well, in answer to the first question, I am not the smartest of all Kaldar. I recently trained at your Academy Asmath, and they taught me to speak as you do. I am now as or more intelligent than any other Kaldar."

"Secondly, I lived along with a Rakash pack. We shared hunting ground, and their pack territory was our tribeland. When the Gorbesh hit their pack, they hit my tribe, and so, we became refugees. Actually I think that represents part of the third question, too. We live in a tribe simply because in the wilderness, alongside a pack race, and nearby the Gorbesh, we need that sort of government."

Anyway, I hope that dispells any rumors or questions going on."

As always, I would love to hear of any refugees, and especially Kaldar, so I can set up a meeting time and place. I would like to have a big sort of party. Send over a scroll, and I’ll see what I can do.

With that, he tosses a silver on the bar and walks out.


Baresh started working at the Wren’s Nest when it first opened in 349AL. He’s been hearing the news and pouring drinks ever since then.