Greta van der Rol

On a roll. A place in the Krystor mountains, I'd even found a picture to fire my imagination.

And then last night a little thought tapped diffidently on my shoulder. "Greet?"
Mumble wizzle. "What?"
"Why would they be in the mountains, Greet?"
"Go away. I explained all that." (Turns over)
"Yes, but where did they grow the food?"
(Sits up) "Down in the valley."
"Well then... why-"
"Oh, shut up. You've made your point."
Bloody little thought just shot down my wonderful plot device.

But all is not lost. I'd actually thought this all through with rather more sense many months ago (before 'Die a Dry Death' took up residence in my brain). And fortunately, I hadn't thrown the scene away. It was just a couple of pages but it was enough to put me back on plausible track.

The mountains are still in there, but they're not quite so important, now.

Oh, bugger. It can't be the TEMPLE at Krystor anymore... hmmm. Then again, maybe it can...