Snyd tugged again at Fid's shirt collar. The man actually expected Snyd to believe that he was fainting? Fid had fallen on his face one too many times and all too softly for Snyd to believe the man was actually exhausted. "Get up, ya hairy lummox!" They had been on the road for all of two hours, if not less. Snyd had never really worried about time much. As far as he was concerned, he had all the time in the world. Perhaps too much time. With a wry smile, Snyd shook his head. There were many times when he had to laugh at his own thoughts. He turned the wry smile into a laugh. At Fidrohir, a lump of a thief if there ever was one.
"Will you get you're great bottom up off the ground before Vlad gets up here!" Glancing up, Snyd saw his companions growing closer. At least he still couldn't make out Vlad's expression. "Or worse yet, Jaheira might just see to you…" Fid looked up at Snyd with wide eyes, then with a quick glance around him, Fid sprung up, suddenly full of energy. For a moment, Snyd stood staring at Fid, a laugh still playing around his lips. "Well then," Fid grunted sourly, "lets get moving."
"What a wonderful idea, my friend!" Snyd's voice dripped sarcasm, and Fid shot him an angry glance and a snarl. Snyd smiled. They had to run to get far enough away from their companions that they wouldn't be noticed, and both of them were panting and rubbing their sides. Fid was much more than Snyd, of course. But it was best that they stay away today. Jaheira seemed oddly…cold. Usually she was all fiery anger, or just plain fiery. And Khalad, who was usually fairly mild-mannered, seemed to be the fiery one. Well, he was warm. There just wasn't anyone like Jaheira for being hot with anger.
Snyd gingerly felt at his nose. No, it didn't feel right. He sighed ruefully. Snyd had been in such a good mood till his face had been punched in. With the announcement that they were moving, he had thought the problem of the elf was solved. Now he worried all too much. But was it worry, or had that punch knocked sense into him?
The elf, the source of all Snyd's problems walked well behind he and Fid, in Vlad's sight. Both the elf's hands were tied, but, amazingly, that was all the security besides Vlad's one eye. Was Vlad feeling especially cocky today, or had Khalad intervened for the elf. Either way, Snyd knew it was bad luck. Either way, they should get rid of him. An elf, and a soldier at that. A soldier, in an elven army. Even if this elf's friends didn't come to rescue him, their little band of thieves would be in well over their heads before the end. Speaking of heads, why not just crack him over the head and leave him in a ditch somewhere? Snyd hoped he escaped.
[ October 06, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]
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