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[aranwion]

*wanders around the House of Fingolfin in accordance with the king's instructions: "Make yourself at home"*

*pours himself a drink and plays happily with some knickknacks on shelves*

[Edit] *sits in the park wondering how in Eru's name he's going to fulfill his king's bidding*

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[_fingolfin]

*walks up behind you stealthily*

*unsheathes his sword and jabs you with it between the shoulder blades*

Drop the booze, drop the priceless artifact, and explain who you are and what you're doing in my house. You have ten seconds.

[aranwion]

0_o

*drop*...*SMASH*

*drop*...*SMASH*

Dude. There is a seriously sharp sword in my back. Bogus.

[_fingolfin]

>_<

Five...four...three...

[aranwion]

*raises his hands high*

Voronwë!...uh...His Royal Turgonness! :/

[mornaquilde]

*wanders by as you ponder great things*

What ho!

[aranwion]

Greetings, my excellent metalhead friend! How goes it?

*continues looking extremely puzzled*

[mornaquilde]

Eh, not too bad.

Everything alright with you?

[aranwion]

Totally. Sorta.

Say...you don't have, like, an utterly triumphant message to deliver to somebody, do you? You're not a messenger dude?