[color:"00cccc"] "Allright you two! What did you do with DQueene?" I yelled, backhanding Odie across the face. He winced in pain but never said a word. I almost admired his tenacity, almost.... His partner was of a similar frame of mind.
"If you two were prisoners of dwarves now you'd be singing like canaries! There are ways to induce pain in men you've never dreamed of!" I growled for extra effect. Enry looked rattled.
"Right! Jurak! Fetch the tub of axle grease!"
"No!" Yelled Enry. He'd obviously heard of ancient dwarven torture methods, the basis of which was to demean the victim as much as possible. "Not the axle grease!"
"L-L-L-Look!" He stammered, "I'll tell you what I know. We took your woman to th-the master. S-S-She tried to kill him but he trapped her and took her back to his tower. That's all I know! Honestly!"

He began sobbing. It appeared that we had enough information to go on so we prepared to depart. We loaded the sled and I explained AGAIN to Jurak about care with the speed controls. We needed to go fast, fast and in one piece.... Jurak nodded. "I got it little guy!" He grinned and hopped aboard.

I turned back to the two prisoners. Knife in my hand.
"You two no longer work for Aganeth, he will soon be dead anyway if we have anything to do with it!" I tore up their bounty contract. "Besides, what are we worth to ya now eh?"
I sliced their bonds and sent them on their way. "Follow us and you will die!" I warned. They started running.
Viper came up to talk to me. "So what would you have done with the axle grease?"
"Buggered if I know mate!" I replied with a big grin.

Later, as we were all zooming toward the river crossing sat pondering our possible future confrontation with Aganeth. Willow hated even the mention of his name. This would be interesting.
Trolls huh? Some of the best dwarven warriors were trollslayers. They were not invincible. "Maybe I can make some firebombs....." I thought. [/color]


" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin