Um.

I wantched from a distance. I had guessed that Woundwort wasn't dead. But should I rejoin him?

I pitied the young rabbit Sakura had cruelly murdered. The young creature had been one of my waitresses, she was wondering if she wanted her glass refilled. (Lettuce chardonnays got free refills, as did cherry meads and burgundy carrot cordials.)



I wasn't sure what was happening in the tavern. I crept back, scuttled near to Woundwort and Lancie, who was standing innocently beside him.



There was a lot of talk..but I could not draw my mind completely from the deaths, not only of my friends, but the loved one I had spoken of. He was too heavily guarded.

I listened as I drew alongside the dark form of woundwort.

`Ducky

`Ducky