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Detheriel
Detheriel smiled at Telryn.
"It's funny you should say that, friend. I was just thinking the very same."
He watched Telryn move about the campside quietly for a moment and then stepped back towards the embers of the fire, intending to make sure they were thoroughly damped down.
It was then that he laid eyes on a sight that caused his good mood to vanish. Bending down, he grabbed Nivram's jerkin in a fist and lifted his torso slightly off the ground until their faces were close.
"Wake up you filthy drunkard!" Detheriel whispered furiously, not wishing (despite his anger) the sleeping members of the group to partake in Nivram's shame.
"By the Hells man, we trusted you to watch our backs last night! What were you thinking?"
Sighing in exasperation, Detheriel released his grip and let the groggy Nivram sink back to the earth.
"So where's the rest? Come on - you're going to hand me every last stinking drop you carry and swear never to do such again. By the Gods, you're lucky you weren't found by someone else - some here would run you through for less." He paused, before whispering again, a bit gentler this time:
"Now lets have it all, before the rest wake up and I'll say no more on the matter."
He stood up, inwardly cursing himself for letting Nivram go unsupervised last night. Clearly the man was going to need careful watching from now on, as it seemed like alcohol could easily undo all the potential that Nivram had started showing recently.
[ 04-23-2006, 07:31 PM: Message edited by: shamrock_uk ]
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