As Mr. Peters walked out of the room, I stood to my feet and fixed my heels. Although I had been propped on top to the conference room desk for almost...twenty minutes, my black stiletto heels still caused a bit of discomfort to my feet. I knelt down for a moment as I picked up my blouse when I heard Mr. Peters comment to a gentleman who had entered the room."Robin is waiting for you Winston. I hope I didn't leave her in too much of a muddled state." Oh don't be daft Peters. You won't know what. .and shown the way to the bathroom..His home was an old fashioned mansion type with large rooms and high ceiling with ancient fans..and nice paintings of nature, village woman, Goddesses and Gods...Even the bathroom was spacious and big..I took the bath hurriedly..and wore my own half saree as I do not know how to wear the full length saree... I was wearing a pink bra, pink blouse, pink petty coat, pink and golden design long skirt and light yellow colored and small flowered half Saree....I put. Two of them grabbed my feet while two others grabbed myshoulders. They started swinging me back and forth like they were going tothrow me in a lake bound and helpless. Finally, they all let go and I landed with a solid thump onsoft grass, knocking out my breath. I rolled down a low hill a few feet, coming up against asidewalk. My body was covered with cold dew and grass clippings. The laughing and giggling stopped and it was silent. Wouldthe paddles come out, someone cut me? After a couple. The Tarks used a stout bow, capable of firing over longer distances. And they set their arrows afire before casting them. Jorgarn had gasped at the tactic the first time he had seen it. The Tarks also brought 200 of their bows with them and trained 100 more to use them. Flaming death from a distance was certain to strike fear into an enemy's heart. Another group of 50 had come with Renoit and Melodart but the 100 who started didn't leave. The Tarks had fought bravely, but archers were usually.