"Well my 'friend'!" said Amron to Fin with a slight hint of a grin, "let me get your next ale" he turnd to the bar never in 100years had he thort he would be calling an elf friend! If his father could see him now! "two ales he shouted" the bar looked as thow the wargs had never been, he seen some of the drunken little Brandybucks stagering away from the bar, he smiled to hims self "there not so bad he thort" turning he seen a woman looking over he quickly he changed his face to a scouel as he took the ales to fin.
[ December 05, 2002: Message edited by: the witch king ]
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