May 20, 2006 22:17
There is, as it happens, an Omnian priest in the bar.
His collar is surprisingly relaxed tonight, which is indicative either of his mood or of a dearth of starch.
Either way, he's sitting at a table, nursing a mug of tea.*
The Book of Om is, surprisingly, nowhere to be seen.
*For a given definition of the word "tea." In this case, it should be understood that the contents of the mug constitute "dinner."
... Hey. For all he knows, it's a fast month.
mightily oats,
mary lennox,
dickon sowerby,
maladicta