<Ellwood steps through the door...> <Upon hearing his byname, turns to find a most fair and noble lady deep in conversation...> Thus spake Ianthe: % Nay. He twitched not. But then again, I was looking at his ankles. % (I may no longer be Wayward, but I can still look.) Your Excellency, I was not aware that we were related! --Ellwood the Wayward