Amron rinsed the last dish, muttering in a low voice "me Amron, one of the high familys of umbar, washing dishes" he shook his head. He had heard the sniggers of the others in the common room at his miss fortune.
Though he wouldnt admit it, he was quite intimideted by the Barrow wright. "A story he says, a tale?" he said in a slightly rased voice so the few in the kitchen could hear him,"How about the one where the weather beaten traveler seeking friendship and good ale is made to wash plates!"
He walked out into the common room every one hide there smiles at the proud mans missfortune. The fraze "pride comes befor a fall" was running threw manny a hobbits head.Amron looked over at the wright who had looked up from his wrightings "A lesson well lernt, master wright" he said with a bow.
[ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: the witch king ]
[ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: the witch king ]
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