From: Doug Ward (gryphon4101_at_attbi.com)
Date: Fri Apr 11 2003 - 13:54:35 BST
> Pean bows low. "My apologies Derrick, if that is who I am talking to,
> for my comrades nerves. We are both employed by the same name-giver, and
> our employer has sent us to renegotiate the terms of our agreement.
>> My esteemed comrade, I fear, has been overcome by
>> worry at having to make such a termeritous case to a great troll like
>> yourself. I would also not wish to bother your personage, but, alas, I
>>must do as my employer asks. Unfortunatly, my comrade was so disraught
>>(sp?) at the idea of having to renogtiate an already agreed deal with your
>>
>>august self, he argued with our employer, who lost his temper and threw us
>>
>> all out before we could get the details of your current arrangement. I
>> assume it deals with the silk you wear so hansomely?
>Temorya, hiding in one big backpack
><assuming he did, as mentioned>
>just feels so uncomfortable. I do not like this, he thinks, hope we get
out
>of here. He sighs quietly, praying to the passions for their assistance.
Maerarth is observing everything, taking everything as deeply as he can. At
a few times he holds back the urge to break from his bonds, trying to be
ready for anything and trying to understand what is going on between the
Troll, the Orks, and this newly found party.
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