(This message was edited by fireant on 01-19-03 @ 10:42 am EST)
Fireant senses that Pita is staring at him with some calculation. Hey wonders why and tries to avoid Pita by mingling with the other guests.
Unfortunately the minstrel is as thick as his verse and he doesn't get the hint. Pita came up to Sir Jamison and asks him to sing. Sir Jamison replied, "No thanks old boy, the last person who sang a solo with you is lying dead under my cloak. Oh yeah, by the way my good friend, it's cynaide that smells of almonds not arsenic."
Sir Jamison then request Pita play a nice requiem, perhaps by Faure?
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