The Green Dragon Inn - Part 8 - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Gird · 01-05-2004, 08:56 PM

Gird was hoping to make some friendly conversation, when the elf pulled out another dagger and placed it on the counter after a cold reply. Gird, felt that he didn't want to start any trouble, especially with the inn being so crowded. So, he turned away to sit back on his stool, but it had already been claimed, by yet another person coming into the crowded inn.

Oh, well that's nice. He thought to himself. Gird leaned against the bar and ate his newly aquired apple while he stood. As he finished it, Gird got up, and walked over to the fire to throw the apple core into it, while he said to himself a little rhyme he remembered. An apple a day...

Gird turned from the fire and noticed that the elf, Finwe, had gotten up from his stool and had walked away. Aha! He thought, as he speed walked over to the stool, A free chair!

When he got to the stool, he jumped up on it, with a bit of excitement. Too much excitement actually. Gird had jumped up so fast, that the stool itself tipped backwards, bringing himself with it. "Aiee!" he let out, as he fell to the ground with loud crash and a thud. He lay there on the floor for a second looking up at nothing in particular, a look of shock on his unshaven face.

"Ow."

01-05-2004, 08:56 PM	#11
Gird Animated Skeleton Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Esgaroth Posts: 34	Gird was hoping to make some friendly conversation, when the elf pulled out another dagger and placed it on the counter after a cold reply. Gird, felt that he didn't want to start any trouble, especially with the inn being so crowded. So, he turned away to sit back on his stool, but it had already been claimed, by yet another person coming into the crowded inn. Oh, well that's nice. He thought to himself. Gird leaned against the bar and ate his newly aquired apple while he stood. As he finished it, Gird got up, and walked over to the fire to throw the apple core into it, while he said to himself a little rhyme he remembered. An apple a day... Gird turned from the fire and noticed that the elf, Finwe, had gotten up from his stool and had walked away. Aha! He thought, as he speed walked over to the stool, A free chair! When he got to the stool, he jumped up on it, with a bit of excitement. Too much excitement actually. Gird had jumped up so fast, that the stool itself tipped backwards, bringing himself with it. "Aiee!" he let out, as he fell to the ground with loud crash and a thud. He lay there on the floor for a second looking up at nothing in particular, a look of shock on his unshaven face. "Ow." __________________ "Good heavens! Don't pretend that goblins can't count. They can. Twelve isn't fifteen and they know it." Beorn "I am Ugluk, I command." Ugluk