Carchmoroth, Durelin, and Dugoroth paced the perimeter of the stage behind the podium. Carchmoroth stopped for a moment, a feral light gleaming in his eyes. Someone apparently had let in a wolf pack and several other Wargs, who had engaged several of the audience members briefly and were now ringed by a group of concerned looking Elves.
Durelin snorted at the undisciplined behavior of their wilder cousins. Pio had instructed the three of them to guard the entrance to the back stage, and that was what they were doing.
Ever the critic, Carchmoroth commented on the last presenter.
That new Innkeeper’s not a bad speaker for someone who doesn’t like doing that sort of thing.
Dugoroth nodded his head in agreement.
Personally, though, I like the musty Uruk who just spoke. More my type.
A frown rippled across his brow as he watched his sister trot back to check on Pio . . .
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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