"You see, I normally feel remorse when fighting those who show signs of intelligence. I should be fine beating you."
"That's fine with me. I just wanted to know if our little spanking would be an consensual activity or if you are forced into it by your moral obligations." Tauriell replies with a grin.
"And you know, stupid makes a good f&&!."
Abomentolor suddenly looks absent minded and is all smiles.
"And now we can guess who collected some experience with that..." Niamh determines. "But let us lift the niveau up please." She says.
"Hey spoilsport. Just because you don't get some doesn't mean you have to ruin it for all of us." Tauriell replies sticking her tongue out.
"You have a strange opion of having fun... I think I know now why most of the other folks reach not such an old age." Niamh replies.
"You mean people like you kill themself rather than enjoying the wide range of experience that comes with age?" Tauriell asks.
"You don't understand! I have nothing against experience in other divisions."
"Then what has me being crazy and old got to do with other folks dying?" Tauriell inquires throwing her hands in the air.
"I mean besides the ones I kill."
"Just forget it." Niamh says resignated.
"First you ruin my tête-à-tête with your mindf%$+ and then you're not willing to explain it. Thank you very much." Tauriell says taking a swig from her drink.
"As you are all only words and no deeds I'm going to check if this massage personal is any good."
Tauriell gets up and grabs the waiter to lead her to a massage room.
"This wonderful silence." Gwenhwyfar says after this debate comes to an end. She comes out of her hair hide-out.
Niamh wraps a few handful of the tidbits into paper and packs it into her backpack.
Abomentolor sighs. "Silence. Totally boring. What are we going to do now?" he asks.
"We're going back to Brutus to feed him." Niamh replies closing her backpack again.
"You mean you want to go back to the crow just to feed that unfaithful dog? I'm pretty sure Carl and Ernard are taking care of that."
"I prefer sleeping in a comfortable bed tonight."
Niamh gives him a glare. "I bet they'll take care of Brutus just like you do." she says deridingly.
"What care would he need besides food?" Abomentolor asks surprised.
"He will miss a comfortable bed." Niamh says half joking.
"Ha! I want to see Carl's and Ernard's face when you tell them that Brutus comes with you sleeping in a nice bed while they have to stay there." Abomentolor comments.
"Well, then you have to come with me to fetch Brutus."
"Na. I don't think so." the gnome answers.
Niamh shrugs her shoulders. "Then you won't see it." She says and leans back. "I wonder what he would say if I would come now. But probably he would just wag his tail because he doesn't want anybody to know he can speak... "
"He just doesn't want you to know. To me he speaks all the time."
Well. Abomentolor is bluffing.
"Well Gwen, the music is quite nice. Would you perhaps honor me with a dance?" Jimmy says standing and offering her his hand
"You know, the last time I spoke with the dog you thought I was crazy. Why do you think I could believe you now?" Niamh asks.
"My pleasure! Gwenhwyfar replies, gets up and follows Jimmy.
"Because I'm the most trustworthy gnome on the whole world." Abomentolor replies.
Jimmy leads her to the dance floor and places his hands on her waist and moves somewhat in time with the rhythm the band plays. Doing his best not to stand on her feet. He is surprisingly more nervous. More nervous than when his life is on the line.
Niamh raises her eyebrows and refrains from laughing "Ha! And I'm the biggest halfling in the whole world."
"You mean the rest of your kin is even smaller? I'm going to ask Tauriell if she has to be extra careful not to step on a halfling now and then." Abomentolor mocks Niamh.
"Even I have to be careful." Niamh says rolling her eyes.
Gwenhwyfar looks Jimmy in the eyes and smiles at him hoping to help him relax. She tries to follow his somewhat erratic lead and keep her feet out of the way of his.
Which works like a charm and makes their dance look quite nice.
"Sorry I am so nervous dear. I am not sure why. Especially considering your dancing makes up for mine and then some." with a big grin at her
"I know what you mean. I have seen her cleaning out the soles of her shoes and with a disgusted expression she said: 'Ewww, halfling again.'"
Niamh grins. "Then it wasn't the sort with the wings."
As the dancers on the stage are done with their performance and leave the band changes the music to something more slow and romantic.
"You have to show me these sometimes." Abomentolor says.
"If I see them..."
"How do they taste? Like chicken?" Abomentolor asks.
Niamh lowers her voice as she remembers the people around her. "If you would have seen them you wouldn't say something like that!"
"Are they that disgusting? Could you describe them to me? Don't they have feathered wings? Are they like big blowflies? Or with leathery wings like bats?" Abomentolor asks curiously.
Jimmy pulls Gwen in close against him and continues to dance with her
"No. They're beautyful. Some of them have see-through wings, others have colourful wings and they're looking like halflings." She forms with lights the shape of a small creature with butterfly wings.
"You look quite tasty to me. Wings won't change that." Abomentolor teases Niamh. "Wanna dance?"
Niamh gives Abomentolor a glare and then answers his question. "Sure"
"That will be fun!" Abomentolor takes Niamh's and and drags her to the free space where Gwenhwyfar and Jimmy already are. Taking both her hands he starts to dance with her.
Niamh tries her best not to step on his feet. "How long will it take until this isn't fun anymore for you because I'm stepping on your feet?"
"It depends. What do you weigh?" Abomentolor asks.
"I don't know. But I'm probably less heavy than you are." Niamh replies with a grin.