What sorta scene are we doin’ today? We’ll be takin’ a look at somethin’ in Teevee’s Tavern I suppose. We’ve been there a few times but not often. It’s just a minor tavern down the way from the Ragged Maiden although there weren’t much crossover in terms of clientele. You either went to Blom’s for the community atmosphere or you went to Teevee’s for a solitary brood. Couldn’t find the one at the other.

Crylax blew a big ring of blue smoke out of his t’backer and stared into the dark dank dunk donky dooooonky dankness of Teevee’s back room. Time had been passing here in Gilba Gilba with its customary slowness and that suited Crylax NOT well at all. How long had he be floating here watching the Autumn Storms blow through?

Too long. That fracas at the border (scene 24) was still fresh in his mind even if he hadn’t managed to convince Blom and Hem (THE FIRST) of its urgency. Keegler Supreme had given Crylax the task of rounding up the members of the Old Company from the Kajuhicky Rebellion. Coming straight to ol’ Blom had seemed the wisest decision at the time but now that he had been sitting in this Outland village with nothing but a few more hurgs of ale in his belly, maybe he wasn’t so sure. What was Blom waiting for?

And where was Glen? Shiftin’ off and around and on and into the dark corners of the city thinkin’ no one was apt to notice?

Crylax pulled another huge pull of his t’backer and held the flavorful sweetness in for as long as he could, letting his mind float off into the matters of its delicious headiness. Something would have to be done. He would have to leave Gilba Gilba and head to the Crown. Rouse some members of the Old Company there. Maybe then BLOM would sense the need! JIBBERJABS BACK IN ASSOL. Nobody was takin’ this serious!