...Murdock...
(ooc: [img]smile.gif[/img] Ah well. I'm sure your next venture will be more worthwhile. I'll hook you up with some elves.
Maverick always said humans were bastards.)
~You awoke the next morning to quiet worried mutterings. When you looked up you saw a young elven woman, clad for travel and biting her nails. She was rather small and petite, had shoulder length brown hair and nervous black eyes. When she turned around to see you awake she cried out in surprise.~ "Ai!" ~She jumped back and cupped her hands over her mouth, calling out.~ "Esgal faroth mir! Dusereg! Kilkano! Nimalqua!!!" ~She held her hands in front of her as if in guard. You looked behind your back expecting some terrible dragon. There was none, but you did realize you were in no place like the one you'd bedded in. Footsteps came from the side.~
~A male elf, much taller, and very annoyed strided forward. He rubbed his eyes and cringed. The girl's ramblings had apparently given him a headache. He ran a hand through his thick black hair, listening to the woman's ramblings. At length he rolled his grey eyes and shooed her away.~ "Menelin! Kel hini, iatir edhels?! Uialtir dil rant. Kel! Kel!" ~Finally the man turned to you.~ "Quen edhel?" ~He sighed at your blank stare.~ "Okay, you don't speak elvish!" ~He paused.~ "Or maybe you do... Those were no ordinary bastards getting ready to filet you. I'd reckon they were some of the Macaderes from the trinity... But enough of that, can you understand me?"