02-12-2014, 07:34 PM
When the elves broke and ran, Ewart chased them into the woods, but soon turned back, being no match for them in the darkness, and unable to track them.
When he returned to camp, he looted the corpse of the elf that he captured, looked at his companions and smiled.
"It's all yours, Hororin," said, gesturing to the fist. "I'll take the gold from the one that I killed. And the boots as well, on the chance that I meet a tavern wench with small feet." He began working the boots off the bloody corpse of the fallen elf.
When he returned to camp, he looted the corpse of the elf that he captured, looked at his companions and smiled.
"It's all yours, Hororin," said, gesturing to the fist. "I'll take the gold from the one that I killed. And the boots as well, on the chance that I meet a tavern wench with small feet." He began working the boots off the bloody corpse of the fallen elf.