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Carrûn · 02-27-2003, 07:04 PM

Do I look that bad? The man's face was a bit of a bemused puzzle in reponse to the lady's previous question. "I've felt better," he commented, "but it's more a result of my own stubborness" he noted with wry grin and a cough. "My shin feels split in two however," he added with a glance towards the stallion who snorted as if with some hidden mirth. Resting against the hillside he sat idly drawing in the dirt with a knife. A few random sketches formed, until a rough outline of Dol Amroth and the surrounding terrain took place. He worked silently, drawing a path of entrance only to erase it and begin from a different direction. Pausing, he looked down at the knife. It was getting dull. Drawing a whetstone from a pouch on his belt he worked on the blade, forming a razor sharp edge with deliberate strokes. Finished, he stopped to inspect his work, running a calloused finger across the blade he was rewarded with a thin stream of red which appeared on the tip. He licked the blood away and pressed his finger against his cloak as he placed the knife back into its sheath on his boot.

He turned back to where she sat cleaning out the wound she had recieved. He laught softly. "You are the most polite to me of many I have met in a year. Hopefuly your opinion will not change when what you have planned is over. Indeed there are some who would call me cruel." A shadow crossed his face. One cannot live for a time in Mordor if they appear otherwise. "I am not accustomed to accepting help from those I do not know, be they kin from afar or not." He smirked. "But I will tolerate yours if you will mine. Beforwarned I am loath to take instruction unless I deem them of greater experience."

He drew out a small bag. "Some would agree it to be folly to enter a hostile position alone. Many would agree when doing so it it best to change appearences frequently." He went to work and within a few minutes his normally black hair was a golden brown. "Unless my ears decieve me that is running water, excuse me." He arose and walked down into a small valley through which ran a small stream that gathered into several deep pools. Lowering himself into one he attempted to work some of the kinks in his back out, but this was ice water, not hot and he soon gave up; settling instead for a quick bath and simlutaneous washing of clothes. When he returned he was clean shaven, looking very much more like his actual age. "By the way, might I enquire who it is I will be travelling with?"

[ March 01, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]

02-27-2003, 07:04 PM	#15
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	Do I look that bad? The man's face was a bit of a bemused puzzle in reponse to the lady's previous question. "I've felt better," he commented, "but it's more a result of my own stubborness" he noted with wry grin and a cough. "My shin feels split in two however," he added with a glance towards the stallion who snorted as if with some hidden mirth. Resting against the hillside he sat idly drawing in the dirt with a knife. A few random sketches formed, until a rough outline of Dol Amroth and the surrounding terrain took place. He worked silently, drawing a path of entrance only to erase it and begin from a different direction. Pausing, he looked down at the knife. It was getting dull. Drawing a whetstone from a pouch on his belt he worked on the blade, forming a razor sharp edge with deliberate strokes. Finished, he stopped to inspect his work, running a calloused finger across the blade he was rewarded with a thin stream of red which appeared on the tip. He licked the blood away and pressed his finger against his cloak as he placed the knife back into its sheath on his boot. He turned back to where she sat cleaning out the wound she had recieved. He laught softly. "You are the most polite to me of many I have met in a year. Hopefuly your opinion will not change when what you have planned is over. Indeed there are some who would call me cruel." A shadow crossed his face. One cannot live for a time in Mordor if they appear otherwise. "I am not accustomed to accepting help from those I do not know, be they kin from afar or not." He smirked. "But I will tolerate yours if you will mine. Beforwarned I am loath to take instruction unless I deem them of greater experience." He drew out a small bag. "Some would agree it to be folly to enter a hostile position alone. Many would agree when doing so it it best to change appearences frequently." He went to work and within a few minutes his normally black hair was a golden brown. "Unless my ears decieve me that is running water, excuse me." He arose and walked down into a small valley through which ran a small stream that gathered into several deep pools. Lowering himself into one he attempted to work some of the kinks in his back out, but this was ice water, not hot and he soon gave up; settling instead for a quick bath and simlutaneous washing of clothes. When he returned he was clean shaven, looking very much more like his actual age. "By the way, might I enquire who it is I will be travelling with?" [ March 01, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ] __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."