Gravlox considered the words of the furry snitch. "Topfloorien, eh?" he muttered. "The foul Elven land of overpriced shops and trendy eateries." He pondered distances, speed, strategy and the unpleasant effects of a day old bean burrito.
At last he gave the fox a smile, causing it to duck and look about for cover. "Very well," he said. "You have earned your payment. And if you get any more information, bring it to me."
--------------------
An hour later the fox trotted off happily, dragging a bag filled with grilled meat and wearing a new hat with a pink mohawk on it. The mighty Uruks are very efficient with knives if nothing else...
__________________
Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
|