The hobbit broke Amrons gaze as he slumped back down in his chair,"insolent little beast" he said under his breath. If the halfling hadnt have been sorounded by his friends Amron would have gladly draged him outside to teach him how to talk to his betters, but as it was he would let it lie.
He looked around the inn he seen fin sniggering at him how dair he! It was at times like this he missed umbar people in the north should learn some respect for some one of such high blood as he, but what could be expected of elves and there lap dogs. He drank deeply from his ale pulled a peace of meat that had been stuck between his teath for some time and flicked it at the sleeping hobbit and smiled wickedly to him self.
[ December 04, 2002: Message edited by: the witch king ]
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