Bathtime
OOC: I really hope I'm not the one breaking the boards. It seems like I can log on fine, but the second I try to open more than one thread at a time or reply everything breaks down. Boo. I really hope this posts.
Tiptoe scratches the back of his neck, flicking off a few crumbs that have accumulated over the last few months.
A bath... soaking in warm water wouldn't be so bad, I guess. It's been... well... a long time. Seems a waste of perfectly good water, but if they care I guess I don't mind.
"A bath? Yessir, yessir," he stammers out, nodding quickly and with great enthusiasm. Tiptoe has no fear of the water, nor love of his scent, though the years have caused any previous discomfort he's had to dissipate.
Odd, though, that dwarves would worry about smell. My father always smelled worse than anything, especially when drunk, but they drink down their ale without care...
It's probably just an excuse to go without me. Well, I'll go with or without them, if I must, but I know that together we could work better still. Hunting alone is foolish when there are friends about.
"I'll go... where can I find you?"
{after finding out, I'll politely and humbly ask the pwetty lady to show me to a bath}
{I'm assuming that the rats were told to leave me alone as you were roleplaying as I would have... they'll go hunting or something for tonight's meal, I suppose. I wouldn't really imagine that the two would be waiting at the town hall all this time }