From: Heath Lees (muddy999_at_bigpond.com)
Date: Wed Mar 05 2003 - 23:46:28 GMT
Kaleb tosses his pack to the ground and falls down leaning on it,
letting his shield fall flat. Taking out his axe he rests it across his
leather clad chest, the heavy head and worked metal haft running under his
fingers as he closes his eyes.
"I got th trackin sense o Clem th village idgit, which means bloody none.
Seriously though, I was wunderin if mebbe they set up a watch line at night
and mebbe tha might be the best time te grab one o th bastards. After all
if they have mainly Humans they canny see in th dark too well and we have
more'n a few who can. Whilst they are snoozing off, we could jump one and
drag im off for Pean to scare with some nasty mutterings and stuff? Failing
that I am sure n all if we start breakin fingers they would speak." The
Dwarf grimaces. "Much'n all as I hope it don't come te that bloody far, I
wouldna wanna see the village bein harmed by these bastards. Me forge and
me village comes before some filthy bloody thievin whoreson." Despite the
blusterings of the Dwarf your sure that he would not go as far as torturing
the captive. "Still even if'n we drag em back te the village, I am sure tha
between Mistress Sara and Ferrock, they could get summin from the bastard."
Kaleb opens his eyes and grunts as he reaches for his waterskin taking a
long pull from it and then offering it for the others to take. "Mebbe the
military minds might have a better idea?"
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