Angar Management

Ia'adoire

"What's a muggle?" one of my Dark Elfin brothers asks us quietly, confused.

Until I'd read those books by J. K. Rowling books, I'd have said a "muggle" was the official name for the exotic intoxicant for those special "cigarrettes" from that one shadow town on my world, Wallants. On various Earths at one time or another, "muggle" is just another street name for marijuana. In the book and here Jarlath (who's also seen those stories) it means somebody without magical ability. Means almost the same thing as "Mundane" from that land called "Xanth". . . .

Almost flinch, half expecting a young boy mage named "Harry Potter" coming out of the shadows to somehow muck things up for us. After all, we've already had "Alice in Wonderland" and . . .

No, banish the thought, Ia'adoire! Don't go looking for trouble.

Thankfully, no boy mages do show up. However, the problem here is that we do have an encounter!

Falls to us elves to do it, being we're the most stealthy of this bunch. I'd like to say that I and my love are the best, but let us be fair. Light elves and Dark Elves are evenly matched in both magery AND skills requiring agility! We even outstrip those "normal" elves of Terra Prime . . . . but not by much, really.

. . . .

Well a day, 'tis all a bit of a wap on the back of each viking skull to send them off to dreamland whilst we tie them up and put them in a remote building out of sight.

Now for some Angar management, as my furry brother Manfox Fred would pun . . .

Meanwhile, while the crew is heading up to the dozy human guards up at the castle, some rather overgrown elves have managed to regroup and are being led to finish up their appointed task by a rather incensed Dreamwalker.

1. Dreamwalker, having come back here to were her instinct tell her her Master should be (but finding Angar's castle instead) has some hopes with this next meeting . . .

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