From: Heath Lees (muddy999_at_bigpond.com)
Date: Mon Mar 24 2003 - 07:42:00 GMT
The grim faced Dwarf hawks and spits into the grass about his feet as he
rolls off his pack, slipping a dart into the pipe he selects from the small
pouch at his belt he smiles.
"Green fr sleepin and black for never wakin up. I'll try an bag me one o th
bastards, if I miss, well then I guess the flat o me axe against his face'll
have ta do." he grins through his beard, as he moves to the front of the
pack and stands next to Shalandra. "I nae mind what side I work, though I
am guessin that I would be more suited t battlin on the side with the
smallest roof. Just buy me enough time t get me shot off and then draw me
axe n shield an then you an me we can crack some skulls Shal." He grins
wolfishly at Temorya. "Sorry bout this Temorya, but I am thinkin that they
aint gonna lie down quiet like." Hefting up his belt over his slight paunch
he huffs, blowing his moustache out. "Right o then, lets at em."
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