A disgusted sigh blew gently from Buthaleirus' lips. He had just got off the zepplin and Tristfal Glades lay before him.
"Butha be hatin dis place now." With that, he jumped from the platform, welcoming the bruises and pain that would surely befall him for such a leap.
"Brill under attack" "Brill under attack" The all to familiar alarms sounded, and he took a moment for a grin before mounting Vexi.
"Gud, Ah' be in da mood fo' some killin. Vexi! Get obah here!"
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Without a sound he moved. Graceful and powerful, he stalked Brill, searching for the living violators, but all he saw were the dead kind. Butha spat, as the inn keeper wiped his jawless face.
"Where da attackahs, deadin?"
Mumbling some response that sounded like raw sewage being flushed down a drain, the inn keeper stared into the shadows peering for speaker. He did not have to look long, as a troll hand appeared from the darkness slapping him senseless. Dagger posed to cut the keeper's throat out, Butha growled low in troll...
"If der be no pinkies to kill, den mebbe joo do." Butha paused.
From the corner of his good eye, he caught a glimpse of a face, familiar but different. With a flash of smoke, Butha was unseen again. He watched and listened. This deadin was familiar. It's voice, it's movements, even it's sickening smell brought the blood and rage into Butha's veins. Yet, he stayed his hammer and simply watched.
"Trilink, your room is ready", came the call from the keeper's son. Spit formed on his lips, his hands shook, Butha knew that name. Butha knew this undead. The hours passed and he waited and watched. The seasons taught the rogue, weapons and poisons were not his best friends, but patience and opportunity were. Moving carefully, he stealthed upto the table, which Trilink sat.
Then, with his hammer ready, standing only inches behind the sitting deadin, Butha revealed himself. "Joo lose dis?", he said stiffling a bit of laughter.
With that, he flipped http://www.thottbot.com/?it=18144 on the table.
Once again, a flash of powder and a puff of smoke, the rogue was gone.
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