"The Stunted Ripe Vegtables-Volcano, bah!", Fenrir muttered to herself, "Is this whole journey a joke to them?" As much as she objected to the name, Fenrir knew this had to be done. No one defied the king without being sentanced to death by hammering, a fate she would rather avoid.She swung the tavern door open angrily and it slammed against the wall, drawing the attention of all within. Her boots stamped menacingly as she stepped in out of the cold. Over to the left, six dwarves sat at a table together. One of them recognized her and beckoned Fenrir over with a friendly wave.
"I'm comin' Xotes!", she bellowed as she strode over to the table. Fenrir reached into her coat and drew forth a map. She unrolled it and placed it upon the table so all could see. "Here's where they got us goin'", she said as she tapped her finger on the 'x' mark on the map. Xotes grinned wide. "The Strunted Ripe Vegtables-Volcano?!", he chuckled. Everyone, except for Fenrir, laughed aloud. "Enough!", growled Fenrir, "Torak, is the wagon ready?!" "Aye!", Torak replied, "Everythin-" "Alright, let's get on with it!", Fenrir interuppted
And so it begins...
[ December 10, 2007: Message edited by: Fenrir ]
[ December 10, 2007: Message edited by: Fenrir ]