*polgara appears behind the bar* well i see that i now have three people to talk to and two have drinks so now all there is left for me to do is get a drink and sit down. *polgara looks about the bar for a bottle of some thing* now where did i put that bottle *then polgara pulls out a dusty bottle* ar here it is *she puts it on the bar and wipes down the lable. it says Vodka on it* i know it was in here some where
*polgara gets a glass and makes her self a drink of vodka*
What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...