Bad news melloneamin,

I'm afraid that I was out with my TAC (Geraldo... a Chicago joke, anyone catch it?) again... this time snooping around Nal and Vail's place. Well what I overheard was shocking!

Vail: Honey, I'm home!

Nal: Vedui' my great lord and honored king of this home who also happens to be hung like a horse... how was your day?

Vail: Vedui' my little love-slave. It was a hard day hunting. I ran into a den of trolls, but you will be happy to know that your big, strong elf came out the victor!

Nal: Oh my, Vail. When you start your man-talk describing feats of strength like that.... whew... oh my!

Vail: Yes... I am god-like. Oh! And on the way back, I came across Bloodglade pinned under a dead ettin. His wheelchair was a mess! Well I pulled him out and healed him. It turns out that Glade had over-done it with the prune juice, ran into an ettin, and before either could react the prune juice ran its course and frrrrrrrrrrrrt... one dead ettin! Well before Glade could wheel out of the way, the ettin fell right on him!

Nal: LOL

Vail: I know Tizer is trying to promote an equal opportunity guild, but if he keeps the old farts like Glade around... he's gonna get someone killed.

Nal: Well thank goodness you were there, my brazen stallion. Glade owes you his life!

Vail: Yes, my little snookie wookems. But you know how ungrateful Glade can be... he's probably posting something nasty about us as we speak.

Nal: Yes, but he's funny to look at... especially after a good rain!

Vail: Well my pet, I grow hungry. The mighty Kong wants his dinner! ::thumps chest:: (That would be his chest... not Nal's)

Nal: Yes dear. Yes dear. Right away dear! <<>>

Vail: Fruit! Fruit! You bring me fruit woman! Fruit is no meal for a man! I need meat! Something that has been hunted and killed!

Nal: Yes my liege. Yes my liege.

Vail: While you fix me some real food, I'm going to change out of my hunting clothes.

Nal: I love my husband. I love my husband. I love him so. I love my husband...

Vail: Nal! Who's tunic is this that I found tucked under the pillows on our bed!!!!!

DUM DUM DUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Who is the owner of the tunic Vail found under his pillow? Is it Cat, the grumpy miserable bastard? Is it Tizer, the fiery young leader of TGC? Could it be Rik, the impetuous but highly-skilled Swordmaster? Perhaps Glade, the patron elf of misery and decay?

Tune in next time for answers to questions like these... and more!