by sexyhamster » Sat Aug 13, 2016 3:44 am
The halfling lowers the bow, but not before giving Holger a mean look.
"Me name's Freda Briarfoot, and that's a name you'll not likely to forget. I was scout/archer with the shire wardens under ol' Bowb Sandheaver. Short of it, we had a falling out of sorts and I says to him, 'toss off' and went about me merry way. Didn't life the life; the dangerous work with no payoff but a slap on the shoulder. Not me, no sirree! I'm about getting something for me labors. I might be all new as a shiny belt buckle at adventuring but my aim with a bow is true and I ain't afeard of no man or beast. Now what say you give me a hand at lifting this here trapdoor and get to business?"