Roll Out The Barrels RPG

[the real findorfin]

Fin ignored Taurion's taunts, knowing exactly what the elf meant. Well if she wanted him then that was that, but perhaps.....Fin wracked his brain for a story to tell. Surely that would impress either her or Aenara, who was of course as beautiful as she was deadly.

But try as he might, Fin could not think of anything to tell, well nothing that would be suitable for this kind of company. Usually he would have told some ranchy affair, but he was no longer in the kitchens. His next step was to tell a tale of a human exploit but that might cause offence, the last thing he wanted.

As he thought, music piped up from somewhere and an idea formed in his mind.

He sat up, and turned to Aenara, "would you care to dance, dear lady?" Fin hoped she would, she was after all very beautiful.

"Yes," Fin decided, as he waitef for an answer, "Taurion can keep her, Aenara is much better!"