Stryker jumped off of his Warg, pushing his long brown hair out of his grey eyes. How could he have forgotten that the Party started yesterday!
He strolled liesurely up the blood red carpet while the reporters that were still awake and sober enough to take pictures took them.
"Your weapons, Elf," the Uruk guard demanded.
"Picky, picky," Stryker complained, handing his elven daggers and long-bow to the guard.
"You're arrows too."
"Fine"
Using his elf eyesight, he scanned the room looking for his sister, Alasse. There she was following another elf. He walked towards her.
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