If looks could kill, Lady Kirriam would've been six feet under! Skull burned a murderous look of anger upon his face. He just looked at her silently as she walked off! Seething in rage, The Drow Warrior clenched his fists so hard that he bent a silver coin that he was holding!"Hey, Skull, what's the matter? You don't frisk women no more!" jeckled a Drow Warrior.
"Only the frightened ones!" answered another one as a group of them laughed at their comrade hysterically.
Sterling came running up and asked to no one in particular, "Okay, what did I miss?"
"Oh, nothing much sir!" replied one of the Drow absently, "Lady Kirriam just put poor Skull in his place, and now the Sarge is going to knock him down a few more knotches!"
For at that moment, the Sergeant stepped forward and immediately began to berate Skull for his dereliction of duty calling his failure to check Lady Kirriam every dirty word under the Realm's four suns!
Turning back to the High Councilor of Yarfell, the Swordsman said, "Well, Lord Tolan, your sister does have a point! You've got a lot to do, with preparing your people for war and all! And I still have to wait for supplies before we can get going as well."
Extending his hand in friendship to Lord Tolan, Sterling smiled, "Take care and bring my Lieutenant back to me safe and sound. I need him, and my army wouldn't be the same without him! Which reminds me, I bet you never thought that you would be shaking the hand of Drow Warrior!"
A Point To Ponder
