"I'll grow tits when they add rooms for us," im insisted.
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Sharaf replied diplomatically.
"It already has, boy!"
"Well, I won't hold you to the tit thing," Sharaf tried again.
"Ha!" was the response.
In contrast to the grand and open spaces of the temple below, the offices of qa Yvutha Pharath
were quite small. There was only one jolly fellow there at the moment, an elder tracker who could not move without the use of a cane and would probably not see a city outside of Urt Ivis
again so long as he drew breath. His name was im in any case, and im was not one who spent a great deal of time mourning the loss of a prisoner. There were no rooms for spare here, not when they were all being used to store the belongings of other trackers out in the desert, so the best that im could offer was a pair of empty cells.( He laughed, as though it were some grand joke. )