Suldio was jumbled up in a burlap sack, which was rather uncomfortable. His joints were indefinately flexible and there no came no pain with having his femur crammed into the back of his skull, but it was just mentally disturbing and somewhat degrading for him. He was supposed to have form, more than just a bag of bones! Suldio felt himself mixing up again as his friend Jaref Thoran switched the sack from one shoulder to the other. His skull was on the bottom of the sack this time with various small hand and foot bones rattling around in his eye sockets. "Aye, Sully," muttered Jaref under his breath, "You're getting heavier and heavier." Jaref's voice was wheezing a bit. "You ought to rest," observed Suldio. "Ditch that," puffed Jaref, "I want to get this over with. Where's this stupid toe again?" "Just a few more finters down this road, I'd imagine," Suldio said as he shook his head to force the small bones out of his eye sockets, "Look, I'm sorry about your brother, I really am, but If I don't find my toe soon I'll go completely mad. I can *feel* it out there, buried in the cold ground, don't you understand? I've felt it under there since I lost it and I've felt it as far away as Aslar, over the seas." "Shut up," snapped Jaref, "I've heard this before. And I'll have you know that my brother is more than just my little toe to me, you understand? He's my head and my hands and my arms and my heart, get it?" Suldio was silent for a moment. Jaref was correct, he had failed to see reason once again. That was nearly as disturbing as feeling his ribs through his pelvic bone. "Sorry, Jaref," he finally said, "I guess it drives me mad sometimes, eh?" "It's alright," Jaref said. He was silent for a long time longer, save for his heavy breathing. Suddenly Jaref stopped. "Oh hells," Jaref muttered quietly in between his panting, "It's Rak." "What's a rak?" asked Suldio. "It's the town of Rak over those hills," growled Jaref, "The bloody TOWN of Rak. Someone's bound to come around here. How close are we now?" "Less than a finter, I'm sure," Suldio replied. "What do you mean, less than a finter?" snapped Jaref, "The town is right *there*, nearly 30 fects down." "Oh hell," grumbled Suldio, "My toe is more than 30 fects away, I'm sure." "Oh bloody hell," snarled Jaref as he violently switched shoulders again, "Lets bloody go and bloody look for a bloody inn so we can find your bloody toe. Gods."
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