"I don't know how they taste. The smell coming from them causes me to occasionally retch. If you think I'm going to put one piece of ogre in my mouth you are out of your mind!"
A silver eyebrow arched disapprovingly at Gloom and his rather unusual cuisine. Glancing at Amy behind her, Elentari frowns again at the morbid elf.
"Are you sure that perhaps you're not the one responsible for us being here? You're a bit violent...and speaking of violent...was it necessary to slaughter them like that? Perhaps subduing them and getting them to answer a few questions to illuminate our situation might serve us better in the future."
"aw, cmon, cut him some slack," says Corlon "I admit what he does is weird, but he's probably lived a much different life than all of us, can we stop crying over spilt milk?"
"All I want to do is get the hell out of this room!"
While waiting for some almighty god to decide whether Amy or Corlon was going to open the door, Elentari winked at the other elven bard. "Well, how do you feel about having some elf in your mouth?"
OOC: um.. happy new year... oh, and btw...
ow my freaking head.
IC:
By the time Amy recovers from her retching enough to think of oozing under the door, Corlon has found a crude trap, disabled it, and with a final flick of his talented wrist, opens the lock.
OOC: *L* Kitana! If you keep that up we may have to put a pg13 rating on this thread.