Len
Len may not be the brightest of chaps, but he knows when a fight's about to turn serious, and he senses it now - the unwanted newcommers had serious business, and Len still had a bet to win.
"Sorry friends, this 'ere's a private party for the Bottom Workers 'n' guests." Len clarifies to the threatening looking group at the doorway as he casually closes the gap to them. "So unless your part of the entertainment, per'aps a troupe of exotic dancers, then I'd kindly ask ya t' depart."
The words are friendly (ish) but as Len continues to close on the group his look is serious, and his right had drops to the hilt of his axe (casually), with his left behind his back ready to pull his shield. None of this is too subtle, making the threat apparent as her stares at each of the group in turn.
Len may not be the brightest of chaps, but he knows when a fight's about to turn serious, and he senses it now - the unwanted newcommers had serious business, and Len still had a bet to win.
"Sorry friends, this 'ere's a private party for the Bottom Workers 'n' guests." Len clarifies to the threatening looking group at the doorway as he casually closes the gap to them. "So unless your part of the entertainment, per'aps a troupe of exotic dancers, then I'd kindly ask ya t' depart."
The words are friendly (ish) but as Len continues to close on the group his look is serious, and his right had drops to the hilt of his axe (casually), with his left behind his back ready to pull his shield. None of this is too subtle, making the threat apparent as her stares at each of the group in turn.
|