[Imladris]

Olo Proudfoot glared malignantly at the door wishing he could glare directly at Bill Ferny's face. He swore silently and turned towards Brass and Hob. Taking his pipe from his mouth, he filled it with weed, lit a match with a slightly trembling hand, and blew a smoke ring into each of the hobbits' faces. He pictured the wealth of the Tooks and their magnificant hobbit holes. A slight dribble of saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth as he drooled over the wealth that he could gather to himself. Except for one thing. Billy had said when the Tooks were gone...a very subtle hint that they would be killed. Olo grimaced in distaste. It was one thing swindling from kin, but it was an entirely different thing to kill them.

"Well, boys," he drawled, puffing another smoke ring into their direction, "Ole Bill Ferny is one o' Sharkey's henchman. What he says, goes." He could feel a subtle resentment in the group. They obviously felt about it the same we he did.

[ September 05, 2003: Message edited by: Imladris ]