Another survivor of the plague. He refuses to say his prayers, no matter the punishment. He won’t take Blessed Tyln’s sacraments either. He refuse...s to fast on Tyln’s Day.” She shook her head again. “I’m not sure I could put that on you.” She looked over between the man and woman. “Either of you. Though he’s only seven I’m not certain we can ever bend him to Tyln’s will.”“From whence does he hail?” Goodman Tulat asked.“The lost city of Beldrin, I believe,” Holy Mendfred replied.“Beldrin?”. “OMG!” she squealed.“What,” Cindy replied, turning around. Her mouth fell open. Hanging in the closet were two skimpy maid’s outfits.“He wants us to wear those?” Cindy asked.“You asked for them, slut, remember?” Stacy said.“I was just kidding around!” Cindy exclaimed.“Well, I’m wearing it. It’s sexy,” Stacy said. “It will feel like just like Halloween!” she added, already deciding to wear it the next ‘Tricks-or-Treats.’Cindy and Stacy helped each other into the cute, skimpy outfits; all in. "Fine, hell. I was aiming about an inch in front of his boot," Cassie said. "I need to practice some more."All three of us cracked up..oO~Oo. We didn't have any more problems while we were out exploring. Kate was fascinated by the big city and really enjoyed herself. To Cassie and me, we could see the primitive conditions.We had clam chowder for lunch at a different tavern and it was great. It made what we called clam chowder in the twenty-first century seem pathetic. We wandered around for. Karl was unfazed by all the attention, he lay there against Karen’s breast, having his midday meal.After we had finished, it was back to the showground, where Graeme Thorpe wanted to give the guitars a thorough check over, to make sure the strings were in good condition, pots and connectors were clean, and everything sounded right. Nothing much more to do until the stage was ready and all the audio equipment had been connected; so we just sat around in the accommodation trailer until we got.