He had lost track of how much time he had spent, trying and failing to block out the dull rumbling of talk, and the clinking of dishes downstairs. Mama had fallen into a heavy sleep on top of him some time before, breathing deeply and drooling on the fur pants that were draped over his shoulder. He had hoped he could manage to get at least SOME sleep tonight, but it clearly was not meant to be so.
Suddenly, a familiar voice punctuated the murmur from the room below, and his eye shot wide open in dismay.
It was that dumb-[expletive] the shiny metal ass-- He listened more closely, straining to make it out. "----hide behind her, you dirty filthy GREENSKIN!!" --came the words, muffled by the closed door.
NO! He raged internally, suddenly full of hot, angry frustration. NOT IN THE INN!
Mama roused suddenly, alarmed at the sudden sharp tension and flexing of his muscles underneath of her.
WHAT!?
She demanded, pushing him back down.
(that stupid metal)IDIOT!(gonna cause a fight-- get us kicked out!)
LISTEN! (You can hear him growling!)
He blasted at her, not waiting for her to process it before struggling to get loose, desperately listening to catch what was going on down there to judge the speed of the altercation
---"G'day sir!"
The voice was unfamiliar, but deeply masculine. While jovial, and full of confidence, it suggested a very large, and burly frame for its owner. Wild thoughts raced through his head as he tugged, before mama suddenly stood up, sending him tumbling to the side of the mattress as his struggles suddenly found zero resistance.
He did not wait around- He crawled to the bed frame, grabbed the pants and the slightly glowing clobbering stick, then listened again... He needed to know how much time he had-- but quickly resumed attempts to get dressed, while he fumbled the latch on the door to the room, and threw it open with a bang.
Hopping on one leg, trying desperately to get the brown linen trousers on, he cast his vision across the fire-lit room.
In the corner, the elf girl was seated at a table with 3 other people he did not recognize, dressed in peculiar body armor. --- One of them had fire-red hair and a beard, was big as a barn-- and sure as shit-- was totally an orc.
His gaze shot up and across the room-- The metal moron was pointing with one arm, and reaching for his pig sticker with the other. This was not going to be pretty. No-- Not pretty at all.
PUT THAT [expletive deleted] THING AWAY RIGHT NAOW YE [expletive deleted] EATI'N, NO GOOD [Expletive deleted]!! AI'NT NOBODY GOT TIME FER YER BULL-[Expletive]!
he blared angrily over the balusters, still hopping madly trying to get his pants on.
DON' MAKE ME COME DAOWN 'TEHER AND KICK YER STUPID METAL ARSE!!
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