Bison
First Post
This talk of orcs has left Droggle in a somewhat surly mood. he lays his pick across his lap, fingering the sharp point as he stares out a window.
He knows prospecting is an honest trade, one his family would approve of, much more so than adventuring. And he could not deny that every fiber of his being longed to be back in the mountains once more.
But still, he would put that off for the time being. There would be time in his life to plumb the heart of many mountains and claim their magnificent treasures. But now was the time for adventure .. now was not the time for his pick to chip at rock, but pierce through flesh.
He grinned a bit at that thought, hardly noticing the trinket that captivates the rest of the patrons.
He knows prospecting is an honest trade, one his family would approve of, much more so than adventuring. And he could not deny that every fiber of his being longed to be back in the mountains once more.
But still, he would put that off for the time being. There would be time in his life to plumb the heart of many mountains and claim their magnificent treasures. But now was the time for adventure .. now was not the time for his pick to chip at rock, but pierce through flesh.
He grinned a bit at that thought, hardly noticing the trinket that captivates the rest of the patrons.