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Legolas
He is still not comfortable with Aric's presence, but so far the half-elf had both saved his life and valuable time.
Legolas untied his shirt and put it back on, bloodstains now colouring it brown in places. He'd wanted to ask what the paste was, and if the bounty hunter knew how to make it. From the sour look, he knows that it is either expensive or difficult to find, containing complicated magic or rare herbs.
Not much point in asking, then.
"I'm not convinced the idea was wrong, we were probably unlucky to encounter this particular patrol. How about, this time, I scout ahead and find some more intelligent creatures who understand surrender.
Unless they're all goblins. Let's hope not. If that's the case, we could wait here until someone notices this partol missing and sends others to see what happened. They'll understand their leader would like a word with me."
He never thought he'd be so eager to surrender and be captured one day.
[ 10-18-2002, 07:38 AM: Message edited by: Legolas ]
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