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Burzdol · 02-12-2003, 08:34 PM

The elf walked over still foaming a little. He spit out the rest and took an ale from Burzdol's tray.

As he empted the glass he said, "I know you were behind that. But being the good humored elf that I am I won't kill you yet." The elf's voice raised as he completed his sentence. He slammed down the glass and leaned over the table. "Well, you little shrimp of a life form, was it you. Or maybe it was you, you filthy human. Who is this? A little Mirkwood elf. Not dignifyed enough to be a Lothlorieon or Rivendell elf. Hah!"

Cutting him short Burzdol jumped up, the Rivendell blade clasped in his right hand at the other's elf's throat. "Say that again. I dare you." Burzdol's left hand held the handle of one of his twin weapons hidden under his cloak.

The bartender shoved the two apart, whilst he yelled and screamed about deadly fights. "I'll be watching you, you roughian," he said to the other elf as he walked away.

"Wanna' ale?" Bali said holding up an ale glass to the elf.

"Thanks," Burzdol said as he grasped it and sat down.

"You...a...might want to put that away," the dwarf said pointing his stubby finger at the dirk before him.

"Oh," he said as the dirk slipped back into its rightful sheath.

"Wanna' talk 'bout it?"

"Not really." He sat glaring at the elf at the table across the room. "I'll be fine."

02-12-2003, 08:34 PM	#541
Burzdol Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: The Fair City of Rivendell Posts: 274	The elf walked over still foaming a little. He spit out the rest and took an ale from Burzdol's tray. As he empted the glass he said, "I know you were behind that. But being the good humored elf that I am I won't kill you yet." The elf's voice raised as he completed his sentence. He slammed down the glass and leaned over the table. "Well, you little shrimp of a life form, was it you. Or maybe it was you, you filthy human. Who is this? A little Mirkwood elf. Not dignifyed enough to be a Lothlorieon or Rivendell elf. Hah!" Cutting him short Burzdol jumped up, the Rivendell blade clasped in his right hand at the other's elf's throat. "Say that again. I dare you." Burzdol's left hand held the handle of one of his twin weapons hidden under his cloak. The bartender shoved the two apart, whilst he yelled and screamed about deadly fights. "I'll be watching you, you roughian," he said to the other elf as he walked away. "Wanna' ale?" Bali said holding up an ale glass to the elf. "Thanks," Burzdol said as he grasped it and sat down. "You...a...might want to put that away," the dwarf said pointing his stubby finger at the dirk before him. "Oh," he said as the dirk slipped back into its rightful sheath. "Wanna' talk 'bout it?" "Not really." He sat glaring at the elf at the table across the room. "I'll be fine." __________________ "Kill them all for all I care. You just keep that bow away from me!"