Dunamin
First Post
Rhole listens to whispers of Ikni’s request in one ear and Rock’s report in his other. As Haruka and Ironheart converse with Arnamil, the bard resumes searching his pockets and seems to come to an unfortunate realization. Just when the absence of the ring might threaten to make the situation a bit tense, Rhole begins scratching his hair in frustration - which gives off a muted jingling sound.
“Huh? … Oh. Oh yeah! Ehm, just where I put it! … Rock, if you please?”
The impling digs into the jungle that is Rhole’s hair and begins rummaging around, discarding a few pieces of silverware, buttons, half a broken drum-stick, and other less recognizable objects in the process. With a proud smile Rock finally produces the ring, triumphantly holding aloft the trophy… and there appears to be tiny stone bells tied to it with pieces of string.
“Shiny!”
“Yeah, uh, Rock, I know we were talking about a new tambourine for you, but it’ll have to wait. You can’t keep it.”
Rock looks heartbroken and hugs the ring protectively.
“Please?”
“No.”
After some struggling (which Rhole risks losing several times) and a bit of clean-up, Arnamil receives his ring - assuming he lets his prisoners go, as promised. The ring remains perfectly serviceable, with only a few pieces of curly hair tracing it.
“Huh? … Oh. Oh yeah! Ehm, just where I put it! … Rock, if you please?”
The impling digs into the jungle that is Rhole’s hair and begins rummaging around, discarding a few pieces of silverware, buttons, half a broken drum-stick, and other less recognizable objects in the process. With a proud smile Rock finally produces the ring, triumphantly holding aloft the trophy… and there appears to be tiny stone bells tied to it with pieces of string.
“Shiny!”
“Yeah, uh, Rock, I know we were talking about a new tambourine for you, but it’ll have to wait. You can’t keep it.”
Rock looks heartbroken and hugs the ring protectively.
“Please?”
“No.”
After some struggling (which Rhole risks losing several times) and a bit of clean-up, Arnamil receives his ring - assuming he lets his prisoners go, as promised. The ring remains perfectly serviceable, with only a few pieces of curly hair tracing it.
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