V.1.26 (House of Caecilius Iucundus); 4091: Whoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.
"Friend! How has it been, eh?" Sura exclaimed to the approaching Sean. "You've done quite good for yourself, haven't you! Big family, lots of kids, and apparently lots of free time," he finished, raising one eyebrow at that last comment.
"So it all started, in the land of Parma. An old dairy farmer returned to his humble abode and to his utter shock, standing there was . . . the Cheese!" Tim started, his voice slowly changing from his normal one to a ridiculous Italian stereotype.
"Ooh, ooh, pick me!" shouted Tim, franticly waving his arm. He already had the first part of a very long epic novel thought out. Oh yes, the Curse of the Flying Cheese Potato.
"So, eh, when does he arrive? I have a few words with him that I would prefer to speak in private," responded Sura. The camel licked the back of the young man Jacques' head. Sura gave a harsh command in his native tongue, and the camel stopped.
Sura followed the man to where a woman, presumably Mystique, is cleaning two horses. "You must be the illustrious Mystique. Sura Kafkeh, at your service," he said as he bowed and smiled. "I was told you were the one to come to for the purpose of discussing family business." The camel to his right snorted, sending foamy spittle flying everywhere.
"Very well then. Sura Kafkeh, at your service," Sura smiled as he bowed slightly to the younger man in front of him. "Show me to this 'Mystique' you speak of."