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Captain Grishnahk · 12-17-2005, 09:33 AM

Grishnahk grabbed at the mug of ale sitting before him, and he drank it all in two swallows. Smacking his lips, and forgetting to wipe his foamed mouth, he nodded towards Barnaby in thanks. But his thank-you was somewhat sarcastic, for he was not used to being treated in anyway but in disgust. The old hobbit that had just left seamed a bit uncanny, and most likely unfamiliar with orcs. Grishnahk also eyed the knife that Farael had, and he marked him down as an enemy.

The dark, grim Captain nibbled on the bread while making his observations of inn; the bread reminded him of the maggoty bread back in Mordor served as rations during war times. He longed for meat. Raw meat (if he could get it) his sharp yellow teeth shifted around in his mouth as he licked the backs of them. His crossbow was lightly placed in his hands, if anyone attempted to attack him, he would be ready. But for the time being, he would lay low.

Valier · 12-17-2005, 03:54 PM

Penn who was always quite a daydreamer was now completely alert.She was now aware of the discomfort at her table.Telu advised Penn to keep a close eye on Pip and nodded towards the corner.Penn quickly glanced and spied an Orc of all creatures sitting there.

Penn knew that it hide a weapon under the table,A knlfe appeared at Farael's side and Telu looked slightly concerned.But what they did not know was they were far from danger for Penn could have killed the Orc in a blink of it's eye.She was greatly skilled, self-taught,with two small daggers her father had given her.

Penn's life was fairly seditary,she got bored when her father was away,so learning accuracy became a game to pass the time.But when she found two small helpless,parentless Ferrets,her skills became more honed.Because the mice in her home had long since become weary of her skilland taken more secretive means.To no avail.Mer and Pip could not hunt for themseves so Penn became their soul means of food. Penn did not wish to harm thr Orc,he would not be here if he meant harm.

Penn looked over to her company and noticed the look on Telu's face as she quietly spoke to Farael,she knew that look."UM ,Pardon me,I must excuse myselfPenn exclaimed quickly and mumbled something about being hotand bolted out the door.Penn pulled her hood over her dirty and travel-worn,hair and looked around
.Penn quickly noticed a wretched smell."OOOH,That smell!" She exclaimed, peering around the corner she spotted the Warg."so that's what they look like,and smell like."But not all the smell was coming from the Warg,some came from herself.She slipped quickly back into the Inn and asked a Hobbit at the bar if she could trouble them for a room key,the Hobbit smiled and obligrd.Penn quickly glanced at the table from whence she sat and fled out of sight to refresh herself and her stinky companions.

Captain Grishnahk · 12-17-2005, 04:12 PM

Grishnahk watched as Penn exited, and he took a bite of the cheese sitting on his pate. He had no money to pay for meat, so he made the choice to steal some to quench his piercing hunger.

Slowly he stood from his table and walked a few feet before arriving at the door. He opened it and slipped outside to find another door or window into the kitchen.

12-17-2005, 03:54 PM	#2
Valier Twisted Taleswapper Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: somewhere between sanity and insanity Posts: 1,706	Penn who was always quite a daydreamer was now completely alert.She was now aware of the discomfort at her table.Telu advised Penn to keep a close eye on Pip and nodded towards the corner.Penn quickly glanced and spied an Orc of all creatures sitting there. Penn knew that it hide a weapon under the table,A knlfe appeared at Farael's side and Telu looked slightly concerned.But what they did not know was they were far from danger for Penn could have killed the Orc in a blink of it's eye.She was greatly skilled, self-taught,with two small daggers her father had given her. Penn's life was fairly seditary,she got bored when her father was away,so learning accuracy became a game to pass the time.But when she found two small helpless,parentless Ferrets,her skills became more honed.Because the mice in her home had long since become weary of her skilland taken more secretive means.To no avail.Mer and Pip could not hunt for themseves so Penn became their soul means of food. Penn did not wish to harm thr Orc,he would not be here if he meant harm. Penn looked over to her company and noticed the look on Telu's face as she quietly spoke to Farael,she knew that look."UM ,Pardon me,I must excuse myselfPenn exclaimed quickly and mumbled something about being hotand bolted out the door.Penn pulled her hood over her dirty and travel-worn,hair and looked around .Penn quickly noticed a wretched smell."OOOH,That smell!" She exclaimed, peering around the corner she spotted the Warg."so that's what they look like,and smell like."But not all the smell was coming from the Warg,some came from herself.She slipped quickly back into the Inn and asked a Hobbit at the bar if she could trouble them for a room key,the Hobbit smiled and obligrd.Penn quickly glanced at the table from whence she sat and fled out of sight to refresh herself and her stinky companions. __________________ grand return?........

12-17-2005, 04:12 PM	#3
Captain Grishnahk Wight Join Date: Sep 2005 Posts: 106	The Captain's Hunger Grishnahk watched as Penn exited, and he took a bite of the cheese sitting on his pate. He had no money to pay for meat, so he made the choice to steal some to quench his piercing hunger. Slowly he stood from his table and walked a few feet before arriving at the door. He opened it and slipped outside to find another door or window into the kitchen. __________________ "Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." --J.R.R. Tolkien

12-17-2005, 09:33 AM	#1
Captain Grishnahk Wight Join Date: Sep 2005 Posts: 106	Grishnahk grabbed at the mug of ale sitting before him, and he drank it all in two swallows. Smacking his lips, and forgetting to wipe his foamed mouth, he nodded towards Barnaby in thanks. But his thank-you was somewhat sarcastic, for he was not used to being treated in anyway but in disgust. The old hobbit that had just left seamed a bit uncanny, and most likely unfamiliar with orcs. Grishnahk also eyed the knife that Farael had, and he marked him down as an enemy. The dark, grim Captain nibbled on the bread while making his observations of inn; the bread reminded him of the maggoty bread back in Mordor served as rations during war times. He longed for meat. Raw meat (if he could get it) his sharp yellow teeth shifted around in his mouth as he licked the backs of them. His crossbow was lightly placed in his hands, if anyone attempted to attack him, he would be ready. But for the time being, he would lay low.