CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Alois eyed the Elf and grunted in ill humor. Who's he think he is, nancying in here an' hogging all the attention? Pretty boy foreigner. Alois's eyes slid to Lizt, then over to Bull Haverson. Never the brightest lantern on the shelf, Alois grunted a bit louder. No one looked over at him, so he stood up. "I'll do it. Kill the Hound." Worry soon settled in Alois's gut. Or it'll kill me, more like. Crikey. Big mouth. Too late now. Everyone's lookin'. Alois grabbed his mug and walked over to the table with the Elf. "But I'll need to know where its lair is."
Across the room, Lizt rolled her eyes and swore softly. Goon. She shook her head at Bull Haverson's look of concern and marched over to the table, sitting next to Hank. "You'll get killed, more like. You don't know what you're doing, Alois." Bitterness crept into Lizt's tone.
Alois shot Lizt a cross look. "That's not what Maisie said," the big man retorted hotly.
Gratien fell silent, uncomfortable with the tension between Alois and Lizt. He leaned back in his chair, waiting to see whether brawn or wits would win this round.
Across the room, Lizt rolled her eyes and swore softly. Goon. She shook her head at Bull Haverson's look of concern and marched over to the table, sitting next to Hank. "You'll get killed, more like. You don't know what you're doing, Alois." Bitterness crept into Lizt's tone.
Alois shot Lizt a cross look. "That's not what Maisie said," the big man retorted hotly.
Gratien fell silent, uncomfortable with the tension between Alois and Lizt. He leaned back in his chair, waiting to see whether brawn or wits would win this round.