Post by Raithen Anar on Jan 10, 2006 9:25:05 GMT
In the vine growing region just south of the great gulf, Raithen had had a villa built int he rolling , cypruss crowned hills. He brought the woman from the slave market here and began to test her in his own personal ways. She was fiery, spirited, had a tongue like an asp, and was irritating as heat-rash, but after a time, she learned, and bowed to him, and got with child, bearing a son whom he named
Cathalion.
