From: Heath LEES (muddy999_at_bigpond.com)
Date: Sun Aug 17 2003 - 16:50:22 BST
Like a storm roling in from the mountains of his ancesteral home, the big warrior seems about to explode into violence. His massive muscles bunch under his shirt, as his fists like mallets clench at his side. The smile that he tosses the Ork woman is full of contempt and revulsion.
"Your cut is a minor one that barely broke the skin, but then what would one expect from someone who lurks in the shadows and earns their bread from the toil of others. Ware that I reply in kind for mine will take your head!" He takes a deep breath controlling the anger that radiates from him like the heat from a forge. "Until it is proven that you are no threat to my allies, both old and new, as well as this Village, I will be watching you thief." The last word is spat with venom and dripping with insult. Deliberately he turns his back on the Ork woman and bows to Mistress Mayfler. "Were you to accept my advice M'lady, I would cast this viper from your hearth, until she submits to an astral viewing. Are you prepared to bargain the lives of those you are sworn to protect upon her word alone? All of us here have others that can attest to our words and from whence we came. None here but her objected to an astral viewing either. She talks so glibly about her instincts, I ask that you trust yours in this. She speaks of more death to come, but I ask by who's hand will it be delievered?" Turning to his new allies, the big warrior nods. "I will be taking my meal and then will await anyone who wishes to train with me upon the common...if Master Ferrock would be so kind as to judge us again." He tosses the thief another baleful look. "Good day."
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