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<blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1564951" data-attributes="member: 8222">Satisfied that no magic is involved (at least no illusion of smoke scents, anyways...), Niccolo once more takes a seat just inside the opening.After a minute, the Gnome laughs a bit and says 'Why, this cave reminds me of the time that I was a guest in an Orc Hold. Well, not a Guest per se, though I'm sure that to an Orc, the accomadations were grand. I'm not sure how a half-orc would view the place, Nurthk, you might give me a discertation of proper Orcish hospitality some time. Anyways, there I was, with thirty annoyed Orcs having the quite erroneous idea that I had been Spying on them for a nearby Elven Thorpe, if you can believe that. Spying? Perhaps, I ahd been doing a bit of scouting, but spying? Anyways, I had been caught, I mean...they had escorted me into their lovely cave complex, spears at my back, mind Ye, with the intention of feeding me to their pet Dire Weasel, not knowing that we Gnomes have quite a friendly relation with Mustalids of all sorts, be they Giant or not. SO I says to this Weasel Good day, my fine fellow. Might you like to get out of this place, what with the spiked collar and all, the poor diet and the smell. The Weasel was quite anxious to get away, for truth be known, Orcs don't treat their pets any better than they keep house, no offense Nurthk...'Niccolo goes on, once again off on one of his stories, though at least this one had an interesting bit where he rode a Giant Weasel up and out of an Orc Stronghold. It could have been worse, this one could have been another discourse on the nature of Aeolian verses Phrygian Modes in relation to composition...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Uriel, post: 1564951, member: 8222"] Satisfied that no magic is involved (at least no illusion of smoke scents, anyways...), Niccolo once more takes a seat just inside the opening. After a minute, the Gnome laughs a bit and says [COLOR=yellow]'Why, this cave reminds me of the time that I was a guest in an Orc Hold. Well, not a [i]Guest[/i] per se, though I'm sure that to an Orc, the accomadations were grand. I'm not sure how a half-orc would view the place, Nurthk, you might give me a discertation of proper Orcish hospitality some time. Anyways, there I was, with thirty annoyed Orcs having the quite erroneous idea that I had been [i]Spying[/i] on them for a nearby Elven Thorpe, if you can believe that. Spying? Perhaps, I ahd been doing a bit of scouting, but spying? Anyways, I had been caught, I mean...they had escorted me into their lovely cave complex, spears at my back, mind Ye, with the intention of feeding me to their pet Dire Weasel, not knowing that we Gnomes have quite a friendly relation with Mustalids of all sorts, be they Giant or not. SO I says to this Weasel [i]Good day, my fine fellow. Might you like to get out of this place, what with the spiked collar and all, the poor diet and the smell.[/i] The Weasel was quite anxious to get away, for truth be known, Orcs don't treat their pets any better than they keep house, no offense Nurthk...'[/COLOR] Niccolo goes on, once again off on one of his stories, though at least this one had an interesting bit where he rode a Giant Weasel up and out of an Orc Stronghold. It could have been worse, this one could have been another discourse on the nature of Aeolian verses Phrygian Modes in relation to composition... [/QUOTE]

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