“Let him be, big man,” she purred, holding up his immense bulk, seemingly without much effort.
At the barbarian’s confused glare, she whispered. “There’ll be time enough for fun and games later, after we have got our hands on the trinket.” With that she winked and let him drop to the ground.
Muttering curses, the barbarian walked away, failing to notice the young Carathon slip one of the daggers that had fallen out of his scabbard, into his ragged tunic with a bitter glare at its former owner. Biting his lip to fight back the pain, he rose up and hobbled to his horse. “Never again,” he whispered to his steed, “never again will he lay his hands on me.”
“If we are all quite done,” barked Himelilek, “Let us be on our way!”
Thorondruin nodded and remounted, casting a dark scowl at Ozracles who returned the pleasantry.
The party moved on.
Ooc- Sol, place these large OOC posts and queries in the discussion thread. That’s why it is there.
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