Narin
The tiny flame of Oin's candle flickered in the darkness, and Narin had to make his decision quickly, or it would be made for him.
"Agh!" he exclaimed loudly, "Bugger it all!" and went jogging after Oin, and, more importantly, Lin.
Catching up to the pair proved to be difficult. The pattern of deep pockmarks in the floor had no rhyme or reason, and many times threatened to swallow the poor dwarf.
When he finally reached them, he was short of breath and pathetic-looking, but attempted to put on a brave and important face.
Oin and Lin looked at him like he was a fool. He was, of course, but didn't realize it.
"I... I heard," he panted, "That you were going... to the West Gate. I... I'll come too... O...orcs." he finished lamely.
|