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DayVampyre · 03-15-2003, 07:46 PM

It had been long indeeed since Avery had had such a cheery and light hearted conversation. But more often than not, Avery did not deal with the most cheery of folk.

"Where do you hail from?" Elwing had posed her question with an eloquence that only a hobbit could posess.

" A small town, just outside of Rohan, I think."

"You don't know of sure where you're from?"

"well, I was pretty young at the time to remember. I never have stayed in one plce long enough to call home. I prefer to keep moving. Keeps me from gettin' bored with life." Avery reached over for her pint, the tattooed dagger on her arm caught the hobbit's attention.

"Nice mark, what did you get that for?" she said a bit puzzled as to why one would paint themselves so.

"Like it? I have had it since about three or four summers ago. " She bent down low to whisper into the hobbit's ear "All those who belong to the Rouges of the Mark, a gang of thieves, wear them." she resumed her sitting position. "Another good reason as to why I move around" she chuckled and ordered another pint. Avery turned to Elwing to ask if she would partake in another round when the tavern's wooden door banged open. Two guards stomped in, right behind them where the two "gentlemen" that Avery had thought she had dealt with.

"That's her! Over there at the bar! Next to the runt!" The oaf shouted. The two guards began to push their way toward the bar.

"Well, Elwing, t'was a pleasure making your aquaintence, must do it again sometime" Avery hastily threw down a few more sliver coins and got to her feet "Have yourself another pint, and have mine as well, take care." Avery threw her coat over her shoulders and bolted for the back of the tavern. The guards were closing around her and fast. Backed to a wall, Avery tried the window but the cursed thing was locked. She turned her gaze to a long hall and took off down it. There were many doors leading off to rooms. Avery could hear the guards and soon they would be rounding the corner. She tried a knob, locked. Another, locked, The next, locked and bolted. One more, the knob turned and Avery dashed in. She quickly locked the door. Home free, she thought. But a loud AHEM from behind, seemed to tell her different...

03-15-2003, 07:46 PM	#294
DayVampyre Wight Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: With Gambit, ambushing VanimaEdhel, most likely Posts: 117	It had been long indeeed since Avery had had such a cheery and light hearted conversation. But more often than not, Avery did not deal with the most cheery of folk. "Where do you hail from?" Elwing had posed her question with an eloquence that only a hobbit could posess. " A small town, just outside of Rohan, I think." "You don't know of sure where you're from?" "well, I was pretty young at the time to remember. I never have stayed in one plce long enough to call home. I prefer to keep moving. Keeps me from gettin' bored with life." Avery reached over for her pint, the tattooed dagger on her arm caught the hobbit's attention. "Nice mark, what did you get that for?" she said a bit puzzled as to why one would paint themselves so. "Like it? I have had it since about three or four summers ago. " She bent down low to whisper into the hobbit's ear "All those who belong to the Rouges of the Mark, a gang of thieves, wear them." she resumed her sitting position. "Another good reason as to why I move around" she chuckled and ordered another pint. Avery turned to Elwing to ask if she would partake in another round when the tavern's wooden door banged open. Two guards stomped in, right behind them where the two "gentlemen" that Avery had thought she had dealt with. "That's her! Over there at the bar! Next to the runt!" The oaf shouted. The two guards began to push their way toward the bar. "Well, Elwing, t'was a pleasure making your aquaintence, must do it again sometime" Avery hastily threw down a few more sliver coins and got to her feet "Have yourself another pint, and have mine as well, take care." Avery threw her coat over her shoulders and bolted for the back of the tavern. The guards were closing around her and fast. Backed to a wall, Avery tried the window but the cursed thing was locked. She turned her gaze to a long hall and took off down it. There were many doors leading off to rooms. Avery could hear the guards and soon they would be rounding the corner. She tried a knob, locked. Another, locked, The next, locked and bolted. One more, the knob turned and Avery dashed in. She quickly locked the door. Home free, she thought. But a loud AHEM from behind, seemed to tell her different... __________________ ~~Your finger hired the crew? ~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.