> > "It's been a long time since I've piloted a ship," he
> > said, almost wistfully. The course was flawless, though. "There are
> > certain talents," he said simply, "that once mastered, I am loathe to give
> > up. This is why I could still split an apple on one's head with an arrow
> > from fifty yards."
>
> She looked at him, and on side of her frown crooked upwards. "Why would
> you develop a skill like that? More importantly, who offered you their
> head upon which to practice?"
>
> His wry smile was his answer. "It's a long and not particularly interesting
> story," he told her, "best told over something strong and liquid. Are we
> already in the place in our relationship where we regale each other with old
> war stories?" he teased her.
"I'm not sure you'd want to hear most of my war stories. Besides," she
added, trying to lighten the mood, "I'd have to kill you afterwards."
(response)
"What do you know about Viar's Oaisis?"
(response)
> (any plans for anything happening during the trip? Or shall we simply get
> there?)
>
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