*looks around*

Is the coast clear?

Oi. Step right up for aNgsTy Happy Hour.

Who wants to help me get totally shit-faced?

*walks down the hall and glances to the side as something catches his eye*

. . .

Hey! Someone's been sleeping in Russandol's old room. Why would anyone want to do that? The sheets on the bed haven't been changed since the Years of the Trees. :S

Ada? Want to tell me what you make of this?

*holds up ring*

*draws up a design for a rat trap and heads to the forge*

*comes home and starts scraping rat guts off his boots*

Mírëfinwë, I think I'm going to have to rename you Dr. Frankenstein.

( *has some T-shirts made up for Mirime to sell at the club* )

*arrives back home from his step-parental duty*

Whoa. I did something responsible and everything actually turned out okay. [/disbelief]

This calls for drunken revelry.

Yo BRO. Think we should resume Operation Get Caranthire a Penis?

*nances with a new icon from his new movie*

*feels a little groggy*

*figures it must be the lack of air in the cupboard* :S