Humph! I wander off for a weekend and return to find I've been bundled up and sent off my own ship with a grocery list and some silver pennies and called a "blackguard"! There's no respect for authority on this vessel.
And as for the stereotypical suggestions made about my character, well let's see if the shoe fits:
Mithadan wanders in at 3:00am with rumpled clothes and his breath stinking of ale. He kicks off his muddy boots, sending them skittering across the floor. "Pio!" he roars. "This place is a mess! Silence those bawling brats and make me a sandwich!" *burps*
Oh! The injustice of it all!
BTW, where are you going to get barbeque sauce for the fresh water eel? Japan doesn't exist yet....
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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