[Groin Redbeard]

Groin walked through the thickets and over the hills for quite some time now. He enjoyed the beautiful countryside that he was walking in, and was, by now, whistling a happy tune.

After walking for a while he came to a small stream that winded its way through the forest. Groin knelt down, scooping up a small amount of water in the palm of his hand. He repeated that same technique over and over, until he had drunk his fill.

He was just about to move on, when noticed something moving in the bushes. It sounded like a deer, so Groin paid no attention to it, until refused to leave him alone. He walked for a little ways, and the rustling noise followed him. Groin was becoming a little anxious, he sprinted ahead trying to lose the creature, but it still kept up with him. Finally Groin halted he raised his battle axe above his head and sprang at the creature.

“Baruk Khazad!”

The creature fled from him before Groin could reach it. Groin continued to yell and scream until he was sure that the creature was gone. He inspected the ground searching for some kind of clue as to what it was. Wolf tracks! Groin’s brow reddened as he remembered the night that he was attacked by an entire pack of Wolves; needless to say he didn’t like the thought of roaming around in their woods.

Groin ran as fast as he could to get out of the woods. He ran until he came to another road that cut its way through the forest. He sat down breathing hard trying to catch his breath. He looked up and down the road; he saw a dismounted rider coming his way. He watched as the girl passed by him; she seemed to be fiddling around with something inside her sack that he had slung around her shoulders.

Soon after the girl had passed him by, another dismounted rider walked passed him, this one also a girl. Groin made an effort this time to be civil; he smiled and gave a short bow as the lady passed by. Groin had almost mistaken her for a Ranger, except he knew Rangers didn’t ride horses. She waved and moved on past him. Groin watched her for a moment transfixed by her beauty. Suddenly becoming conscience of his staring, he snapped himself out of it, and protruded down the road in the opposite direction.