An afternoon i'm at home in my room, it was end summer-beginning autumn, i finish printing several papersheets of the computer and i go out of my room...and i call my sister that coming out of her room and she wearing a tunic for the house of color yellow-white-cream (but not transparent :-P) a bit wide :-P and legs nude with slippers and feet bare, while we head towards the dining-room i start at deliver at she a several of these papersheets, she takes them, perhaps she's a little annoyed :-P,. They had linked to our e-mail server and sent each man an e-mail. The cell phones burped and displayed the e-mail. Howard created a voicemail and hung up. Both phones burped again and they were asked if they wanted voice or text this time. Forest chose text, and Dan voice. I was impressed. They described how we could link all offices to a central VoIP location. Each office would have a separate IP or Internet Protocol address that would be identified through software and a call that needed to. "We're going upstairs," Beth announced, daring me to say something. No, my little girl is no fool. She might not be gifted, but she's not an idiot -- she inherited my common sense. She knew EXACTLY what she had and what she needed to do to protect it!I couldn't improve the situation, so it was time to back off; I nodded to Jack and said, "Good night, then," and left the room, leaving Beth looking surprised. Well, she could thank Frieda; without our little conversation, things would have gone. Clovis probably had to use a club on his men when he started out.The next night the red attacked but did no better than the white. Those nursing bruises from the night before gave them back again if possible. Wood swords and blunt spears could still hurt even with armour.There was a low cliff of sorts that suited my purpose in regards to the kiln. We cleaned out the rocks below and built the base of our kiln as close as possible. The kiln was four metres inside the two metre thick walls. A hole.