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So is this still going on or are we waiting on more people?
"Thank you, Cora. It was a delight," Traphter says with a wink. Left alone with the other two the gnome heads for the wine. He uncorks it and a sniff. "Less stoic or not, I could never pass up a good wine. Anyone else?" Doubting the dwarves would take the offer, he takes a large swig from the bottle. "Very good indeed."
"Who is Betsy?!" The gnome seems almost offended. "Why Betsy is this lovely creature right here. Most people notice Betsy right away. She says she will forgive you for now, considering the spirits involved." All the while he lovingly strokes the Battle Axe resting across his shoulder.
The gnome eyes Houshou for a moment, brow furrowing in contemplation. With a nod he takes the offered hand and shakes it vigorously. "Betsy says she likes the cut of your jib, so you're alright with me. Name is Traphter by the way, Traphter Flingus."
Traphter follows to wash his own hands and rinse off his knife. "I would accompany you anywhere sweet Cora." With his hands dry the Gnome walks over and retrieves his Betsy. More whispering occurs and then the axe is hefted onto his shoulder. It seems they think it could also be the men that were chasing them earlier.
"You're still moving about.. looks like you have many more days ahead of you. Besides, youth fades. True beauty lasts forever." Traphter looks around a bit when they are in the kitchen and finds a nice, comfortable place to set Betsy. He leans her against a wall within eyesight, whispering gently to her. "Shh, do not worry. I will be close by. You're the one who said I should help. Do not be jealous." Once his attention turns to the potatoes, he whips out his dagger to start peeling.
A wide grin covers Traphter's face, all innocent and sweet. "I will have you know that I am an excellent cook... err.. well, I am pretty handy with a knife." He nods slowly, his eyes glazing over briefly, "Betsy and I will keep your secret. But I am curious... is this Lady Vanderboren as beautiful as you are?"
Traphter follows alright. He moves in close to walk beside the lady, Betsy resting over his shoulder. "Sitting.. waiting.. That is really no fun. Surely there is something else I could be doing. No one else seems to be around and I would hate to get bored. Maybe you could give me a tour?" He winks at her and reaches out to give her a small pinch on her bum.
"Oh thank goodness!" Traphter breathes, trying to push his way past the old halfling. He is careful to shield Betsy from the woman. It's so hard to get halfling blood off an axe. He gives a brief glance out the door before he starts to wander further. "So how may I be of assistance?"
Indeed! Besides.. it was just innocent conversation.
Traphter runs up to the door, Betsy in tow, and starts pounding at the door. His hair is mussed with leaves and there is a tear on the right sleeve of his shirt. "Open up, open up..." He says, looking over his shoulder expectantly. "I am here! A little early, but better than late. Rather polite I suppose. I could help with something... anything!" He continues to knock on the door, hoping to have escaped his pursuer.
Traphter was going to be fashionably late, but due to circumstances beyond his control he will be early. By out of his control I mean he is being chased by one ugly and angry man. By circumstances I mean getting caught slipping out the man's bedroom window.
Traphter is found laying down, his back against a Greataxe that appears to be thrust into the ground, handle first. He stands up quickly as the Halfing approaches and leans in to whisper something to the Greataxe that now stands almost as tall as the Gnome himself. He nods solemnly and puts his hands up to stop her before she can speak. "Look, if you're here about that incident last week I still claim to know nothing. Rigsby is just upset because I.." He pauses and leans in close to the Hafling woman to whisper, ".. I only slept with her once.. I swear. Just don't tell Betsy." He blinks a few times as he's handed the invitation. Reading it over he grins, "Oh! Let's just forget what I said before." He runs a hand through his hair and grins sheepishly. "Of course I'll attend, so long as I can bring Betsy. She gets upset if I leave her alone for too long." He strokes the Greataxe gently.
Of course... Mr. Smartypants. Geeze. ;)
We'll see. It didn't seem too bad looking over it. Even if he's not very affective hopefully he'll add some flavor to the group.
Oookay.. think I got it now.
Other than skills I should be mostly done.. minus the millions of flaws I'm sure you'll find. ;)
<-- Michelle, btw. Okay.. gonna make a barb. Still working on getting everything non-roguarian. |