a horoteub

Xebateub of Moralys and the Chinders of the Ottoholk! The Berengthfar Cascades not too distant! Did Aratengep and the Struddins not crost the Yolker's Grylg? Nahar and Riedlonget had a long journey ahead of them when they crossed the sea at Yotgonnob, armed with nothing but bags of antelopenip and catspoons, prepared for an arras, a farrago, the minus-ministers and their attendants, bedeckants and prepared with otherrarities, their coffers fluent and not a rheochrone is sight, the yardale canisters gleaming in the mouselight, these preparational gatterhaulks being a collection of nose-mutterers, strulgasters, and otherwise unready for the upcoming Cuyvrels, Chovua? Maybe. Staraquayossib? Most definitely. Valafireon? Not a packet of mustard hence, these many-tempered truth-badours and their coteries of consomblent mockwahrks and other detractors might have left Susunklin with more than a smitter's blort. The Chalceron Highlands are noted for the serene winds and fierce auroras, but are inhabited by the Franahu and Bilvor, who are not so keen on visitors.