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mark12_30 · 05-03-2003, 12:48 PM

Easing anonymously into a shadowy corner where he could watch the proceedings, LinGalad surveyed the party and resisted the impulse to scratch his head (having just washed and braided his hair.) There were happily chatting couples scattered about; some were dancing; some were saying more with their eyes than with their -- ah-- conversation. Some were haphazardly in custody of varying beverages.

Several rather young maidens were unceremoniously draped hither and thither in various stages of consciousness. He wondered who was looking after them and if they knew about their state of inebriation, and frowned. He decided to remain quite in control of himself in case it happened that somebody else-- er-- wasn't.

He sat back and sighed. The fellow who had been responsible for orchestrating the fine comb-and-paper solo was sitting near two ladies who groaned repeatedly. LinGalad frowned, unable to discern the cause of their pain and hoping that there was nothing distressing about the food or the drink. Worried anyway, he decided to err on the side of catioun. Besides, you never knew when someone would need an escort home from one of these gatherings. Sobriety would be his the order of the day.

He returned his attention to The Saucepan Man and decided that despite the groaning companions, he must introduce himself to the comb-and-paper songwriter/ composer. He took another look askance at the fellow's odd accoutrments, thinking that perhaps the fellow had been afraid of an eruption of drunken violence amidst the revelry, and had invented some makeshift body armor from kitchen hardware.

LinGalad nodded approvingly; in a pinch, safety mattered more than fashion. He was starting to like this fellow.

Hesitantly, LinGalad emerged from the shadows, went to the bar and bought a fruit juice with a few drops of wine for sparkle, and then headed over to where The Saucepan Man and Diamond were chatting happily.

"Greetings, and well-met," he said politely, with a slight bow to each of them, and a gentle smile. "I failed to introduce myself before. I am LinGalad of Greenwood, or Mirkwood as it was once known."

[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ]

05-03-2003, 12:48 PM	#11
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Easing anonymously into a shadowy corner where he could watch the proceedings, LinGalad surveyed the party and resisted the impulse to scratch his head (having just washed and braided his hair.) There were happily chatting couples scattered about; some were dancing; some were saying more with their eyes than with their -- ah-- conversation. Some were haphazardly in custody of varying beverages. Several rather young maidens were unceremoniously draped hither and thither in various stages of consciousness. He wondered who was looking after them and if they knew about their state of inebriation, and frowned. He decided to remain quite in control of himself in case it happened that somebody else-- er-- wasn't. He sat back and sighed. The fellow who had been responsible for orchestrating the fine comb-and-paper solo was sitting near two ladies who groaned repeatedly. LinGalad frowned, unable to discern the cause of their pain and hoping that there was nothing distressing about the food or the drink. Worried anyway, he decided to err on the side of catioun. Besides, you never knew when someone would need an escort home from one of these gatherings. Sobriety would be his the order of the day. He returned his attention to The Saucepan Man and decided that despite the groaning companions, he must introduce himself to the comb-and-paper songwriter/ composer. He took another look askance at the fellow's odd accoutrments, thinking that perhaps the fellow had been afraid of an eruption of drunken violence amidst the revelry, and had invented some makeshift body armor from kitchen hardware. LinGalad nodded approvingly; in a pinch, safety mattered more than fashion. He was starting to like this fellow. Hesitantly, LinGalad emerged from the shadows, went to the bar and bought a fruit juice with a few drops of wine for sparkle, and then headed over to where The Saucepan Man and Diamond were chatting happily. "Greetings, and well-met," he said politely, with a slight bow to each of them, and a gentle smile. "I failed to introduce myself before. I am LinGalad of Greenwood, or Mirkwood as it was once known." [ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.