Rhodric looks everyone straight in the eyes "I know exactly where we are."

Bob rolls his eyes at Rhodric and states "He is lying he never knows where we are going and we're all gonna die."

Caesar looks at his female comrades and at their fearless guide Rhodric "I should have stayed in Illian, it wouldn't have been so bad. The Dragon balefiring me or sticking my head on a pike doesn't seem so bad to me now."

Corianin smacks Caesar upside the head in outrage, then glares at him sharply. Caraighan just crosses her arms below her breasts while tapping her foot and staring daggers at Caesar. Caesar just sighs, shakes his head and walks stiffly away from the perturbed women.

Corianin growls and mutters "Darkfriends." and kicks some dirt in Caesar's direction. Caesar coughs from the dust cloud that surrounds him. Corianin laughs at Caesar's coughing and kicks more dirt at him cackling gleefully as Caesar begins to hack. "For spites sake I stab at thee!" She stops for a second thinking then continues "Or in this case, kick dirt at thee!" Corianin yells as she continues to kick dirt dirt at Caesar. Caesar begins to run away from Corianin trying to flee the dust she keeps kicking up around him, she chases him kicking up more.

While Corianin chases around Caesar, Caraighan turn to Rhoddy "You're lucky the CCC is no longer Cannibals. Damn Political Correctness!" Caraighan grabs Rhodric's ear and pulls him to her like she would a child "You find us a way out of here, you got me? Otherwise I'll tie you up, and I'll make sure you won't enjoy it like many men would, and take you to Aludra myself while feeding you nothing but Pepsi on the way. You got me?"

Rhodric shivers and nods "Yes Caraighan, I got you."

Caraighan nods ands says "Nanoo, nanoo."

Meanwhile at the Silly Hold......

Caleyna Sedai of the Green Ajah Queen of the Silly Aiel paces in her Silly Court muttering to herself. Two big muscular Aielman stripped to the waist stand behind Caly's Silly Throne and hold their very large fans at the ready waiting for Caly's agitation to run its course so they can begin fanning her. Their only thought in life is to serve Caly and make sure the heat of the 3 Fold Land doesn't harm their Queen of Sillyness. Caly can feel their eyes on her as she paces. She continues to mutter, trying to figure out how the CCC knew about her love slave and conscience Jimminy, and why they wanted to kidnap them from her.

"Maybe they want ransom." she mutters "or maybe they want Aludra to be angry at me." Caly crosses her arms and raises one of her hands an begins tapping her lips with a supple finger while she paces thinking. Then she turns to her massive Aielman fan and says "Get me my Warder Greg!". The big burly man lays his fan down and runs off in search of Caly's warder. Caly resumes her pacing and muttering while waiting on her ever hard to find warder.

Greg finally arrives and she turns on him and in a commanding voice says "Greg my Warder, I bid you to find my Love Slave and my conscience Jimminy Cricket."

Greg looks startled "I am your warder?"

Caly gives out a long frustrated "YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" and then more calmly but obviously irritated "Why do you always do this to me, you silly boy? You deny I am your bond holder and you are always surprised when I call you my warder. Are you senile or something?"

Greg just sighs "I just can't confirm or deny actions that I did not witness."

Caly sputters "But you were there, you feeble minded gaidin!" She sighs and calms herself by smacking him "Now go away, I release you from the bond. You were never a good warder any ways."

Greg shrugs and says "If I was ever a warder." and walks out of the Silly court.

Frustrated Caly goes back to her pacing and muttering.

Meanwhile back in the Waste......

Bob turns away from the the chaos that surrounds him, wanting to get away from it. He looks off into the distance where a brightly colored wagon catches his attention as it heads their way. It seems to drunkenly stagger its way ahead while it swerves. The wagon makes unsteady progress towards the wayward wanderers. Bob figures that the wagon should be upon him and his companions very shortly. He decides not to tell them out of spite. Bob sneaks off so he can be the first to meet the wagon. The wagon slows down as it nears Bob and comes to a complete stop as the driver comes even with him. Bob notices the drivers sun bleached clothes that at one time where brightly colored, and he also notices the drunken state the driver is in.

"Hey Mate!" the drunken driver slurs. "Do you know where I am? I have been trying to get out of the waste for years." Then the driver squints at Bob "Hey SK!! Fancy meeting you here! I thought I'd be stuck out here forever, with nothing better to do then drink and drive this wagon around." then the tinker hiccups and burps.

Bob waves away the stench that comes from the drivers mouth and says "I am not SK, although he does sound like a really popular and cool guy, I am Aielman Bob." then wondering to whom he is talking to "Who might you be?"

The driver gives out a long belch and then answers "My name is Ainvar mate!" be bows where he sits and almost topples from his wagon.

Bob helps steady the unsteady Ainvar in his seat "So Ainvar, do you know where any Septs are?"

Ainvar hiccups "Nope, Aiel usually avoid tinkers. Although I am not a tinker, I just like their clothing and color schemes. I am actually a merchant."

Bob nods and looks at Ainvar questioningly "What kind of merchant?"

Ainvar grins from ear to ear "A Beer merchant."

Bob laughs and nods at Ainvar "You know, that explains a lot." chuckling Bob asks "Isn't it a bad merchant who drinks up their own stock?"

Ainvar belches and shrugs "Not when you can't find anybody to sell it to. Otherwise I would agree with you."

Rhpdric runs up with the rest following behind him. The group looks excited thinking they have been rescued, until they see the state their rescuer is in some of the excitement begins to rub off. Bob turns to everybody and introduces Ainvar "Everybody, this is Ainvar, our friendly beer merchant. When he got lost in the 3 Fold Land he decided to drink up his own stock."

Ainvar almost angrily replies "Damn straight Bob, I wouldn't want it go to waste!" and then looks at everybody "Hey mates. Wanna tip a mug with me?" Corianin and Caraighan look at each other and shrug and chime in as one "I do!". Ainvar smiles happily as he fill them up a couple of mugs of some frothy brew.

Rhodric smiles and asks "Do you have any Fermented Goats Milk? I haven't have any in so long, not since the Shaido ran off with it when they raided Bob and I."

Bob chortles "More like when you used it to burn up all our food and water."

"Shut up, S, errr, Bob." Rhodric replies.

Ainvar looks at his list of supplies and items for sale and sighs thankfully "Sorry Rhodric, no fermented goats milk. How about a draught of Ale?" and then he whispers to the girls "Him requesting that has sobered me right up, I think I need more beer, lots more."

Rhodric sighs and just asks for a Coke and huddles by himself dejectedly drinking his coke, dreaming of Fermented Goats Milk.

Ainvar yells out "Bob, Caesar! Want some?"

Caesar looks around, shrugs and says "Sure, why not, I am in the middle of no where, with nothing better to do. But remember, normally I would say no." Ainvar claps him on the back as him offers him and Bob a tall mug. Bob takes it and sits by Corianin, sipping idly while watching her. After awhile Rhodric comes back and joins them.

And so begins the drunken night of debauchery.

To be continued.....
 
 By Shadowkiller