How Was Your... Eh... Trip?" Artemis Felt

Orion Nodded, Then Asked, “dwarf Cheese?” “cheese Made By Dwarfs.” “oh,” Said Orion, Relieved. “they Make It. It’s Not Actually . . .” “no. What A Horrible Thought.” “exactly.

Radomosity, Thought Artemis. And He Felt Like Weeping.

Connor Broekhart Was Born To Fly, Or More Accurately He Was Born Flying.

Don’t Feel Bad; I Regularly Reduce People To Unintelligible Stammers.

Orion Sniffed. "good. Then, Worthy Centaur, Perhaps You Could Give Me A Ride To The Village On Your Way Back. Then I Can Make A Few Pennies Wth My Verses While You Build Us A Shack And Perform Circus Tricks For Passersby." This Was Such A Surprising Statement That Foaly Briefly Considered Jumping Into The Hole To Get Away.