Feint Whispers Chapter #4: The Hallowed Hills

[KaintheSeeker]

"Bhartus.. you really should stop copying Jericho's joke sytle.. our little man night got eaten." pats the paralysed man's hand. "Don't worry.. his skills are much better than his humor."

 

[Mirth]

"At least Bhartus didn't joke about tossing him," Tarowyn says as he takes a look down the crevice, "I suppose they only do that to dwarves, eh Priest? Well Jericho, do you want to carry our little frozen friend here?"

 

[Tokiwong]

"At least Bhartus didn't joke about tossing him," Tarowyn says as he takes a look down the crevice, "I suppose they only do that to dwarves, eh Priest? Well Jericho, do you want to carry our little frozen friend here?"

Jericho nods, "If he needs it, I can carry the wee man..."

Jericho lifts up Norri, and carries him over his shoulder until he regains movement.

 

[Krug]

"Nobody tosses the dwarf. Nobody!" says Bhartus, stitching his brow.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri attempts a light-hearted chuckle through a clenched jaw.

 

[Tokiwong]

"Nobody tosses the dwarf. Nobody!" says Bhartus, stitching his brow.

"Eeh!? Care to put a wager on that..." Jericho smirks, glancing to Tarowyn, "I wager I could toss you, a good ten feet, with a good wind..."

 

[Krug]

"If you dare try...," says Bhartus, leaving the question in the air.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney shakes her head with a wry smile, "True enough. Things must be improving if we're sniping at each other verbally." smiles

 

[Mirth]

"I wager I could toss you, a good ten feet, with a good wind..."

"Well, you did have beans this morning, Bhartus..." Tarowyn scratches his chin and smiles. "Okay, I'll take the bet. Perhaps you could toss him down this crevice, Jericho. That would take care of two things at once."

 

[Krug]

Bhartus checks the crevice, muttering under his breath. "I'd say it best we wait for the halfling to regain his movement. Not convenient to carry him around... like bad furniture."