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Everdawn · 02-22-2004, 09:07 PM

Barrold Ferney

Ferney knew that he shouldn’t have trusted the boy, he was after all his rival, no matter how good-hearted he appeared to be. Barrold could do nothing but stare from where he lay, slumped at the bottom of the tree, even his mind was not working properly.

Darn Boy! he cursed, more angry at himself than Avanill, he should have known better. He could feel pins and needles returning to his feet and hands. Now he could turn his head. He was glad, at least that Avanill hadn’t lied and left him for dead. Lying was not Avanill’s style.

A while longer and Barrold was fine again, he searched for things that Avanill may have left, there was nothing. How was he going to explain this to Naiore? Barrold began to think that Avanill had had the right idea.

“Righto boyo” he said to the wood, thinking that perhaps Avanill still lingered to see what he may do next. “Ill let you go, but mark my words; if she come after ‘yeh, ain no one going to save ‘yer then.” He shook his head and turned back to where Naiore was camped, only to remember that he was still short of Toby. Cursing he returned to the beaten track and continued on his way, groggily swaying as he walked.The things im gonna do to that runt when I come across him he cursed inwardly falling down into one great heap and struggling to make his way upright once more. “Ill kill him!” he shouted.

02-22-2004, 09:07 PM	#25
Everdawn Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: On the sand dunes outside of Ilium, watching it burn. Posts: 1,291	Barrold Ferney Barrold Ferney Ferney knew that he shouldn’t have trusted the boy, he was after all his rival, no matter how good-hearted he appeared to be. Barrold could do nothing but stare from where he lay, slumped at the bottom of the tree, even his mind was not working properly. Darn Boy! he cursed, more angry at himself than Avanill, he should have known better. He could feel pins and needles returning to his feet and hands. Now he could turn his head. He was glad, at least that Avanill hadn’t lied and left him for dead. Lying was not Avanill’s style. A while longer and Barrold was fine again, he searched for things that Avanill may have left, there was nothing. How was he going to explain this to Naiore? Barrold began to think that Avanill had had the right idea. “Righto boyo” he said to the wood, thinking that perhaps Avanill still lingered to see what he may do next. “Ill let you go, but mark my words; if she come after ‘yeh, ain no one going to save ‘yer then.” He shook his head and turned back to where Naiore was camped, only to remember that he was still short of Toby. Cursing he returned to the beaten track and continued on his way, groggily swaying as he walked.The things im gonna do to that runt when I come across him he cursed inwardly falling down into one great heap and struggling to make his way upright once more. “Ill kill him!” he shouted. Last edited by piosenniel; 03-12-2004 at 04:05 PM.