Post by katarnus on Nov 13, 2008 8:15:34 GMT -5
A small hobbit, with very little weight and ratty clothes walks in.
“ Greets to ya mates.”
The hobbit with the dirt smeared on his face looks down at his clothes.
“Oi, I know wat yer thinkin’ wat a sad case this ‘ere bloke is. ‘Tis true, me clothes are dirty, an’ me face be smudged. I know yer thinkin’ you ain’ never seen a ‘obbit in such foul shape.”
“’Ow’d I get like this? Pre’y simple really. Starvin’ and sleepin’ in alleys’ll do it ev’ry time. I know mos’ ‘obbits get ta eat several meals a day, but me, I’m lucky ta get one!”
“Oh! ‘Ow’d I get like this orig’naly? Oi, me mums and pops were bringin’ a wagonload o’ pipeweed ta Bree-Town when we was waylaid on tha road by brigands. Me pops tried ta be tough an’ fight ‘em off but theys was too many they was. Me mums told me ta run an’ I did. Hid in the brushes by the roadside. Always was a good hider. Anyways, they killed me pops and mums right there on tha road an’ took our wagon. Me pops and mums were both only kids, an their parent’s done passed on. I didn’t figger goin’ ‘ome would do me much good so when I was sure tha scoundrels was gone, I buried me mums and pops off tha road an’ kept headin’ tward Bree.”
“I been livin’ on tha streets in Bree fer about two years now, I reckon, findin’ foods where I can, pickin’ a few pockets here an’ there. Jus’ doin’ whatever I can ta make it by.
Now don’ go feelin’ sorry fer me, I makes me own way mostly.”
“Anyways, me name’s Stubbo an’ I’m gonna lay it down straight fer ya. I’m tired o’ starvin’ an’ I reckon you folks got a house an’ plenty o’ foods. I seen some of yer ‘obbits an yer dwarves an’ they gots meats on their bones they do. I reckon I can do some work fer ya an’ maybe gets me a meal or two. I gots me some skills. I’m quiet an’ can sneak aroun’ a bit. Not too shabby wit’ a blade either! I find things from time ta time and I can work a few bits inta pretty bangles ta make tha ends meet. Reckon ya got room fer one more ‘obbit in yer ranks?”
“ Greets to ya mates.”
The hobbit with the dirt smeared on his face looks down at his clothes.
“Oi, I know wat yer thinkin’ wat a sad case this ‘ere bloke is. ‘Tis true, me clothes are dirty, an’ me face be smudged. I know yer thinkin’ you ain’ never seen a ‘obbit in such foul shape.”
“’Ow’d I get like this? Pre’y simple really. Starvin’ and sleepin’ in alleys’ll do it ev’ry time. I know mos’ ‘obbits get ta eat several meals a day, but me, I’m lucky ta get one!”
“Oh! ‘Ow’d I get like this orig’naly? Oi, me mums and pops were bringin’ a wagonload o’ pipeweed ta Bree-Town when we was waylaid on tha road by brigands. Me pops tried ta be tough an’ fight ‘em off but theys was too many they was. Me mums told me ta run an’ I did. Hid in the brushes by the roadside. Always was a good hider. Anyways, they killed me pops and mums right there on tha road an’ took our wagon. Me pops and mums were both only kids, an their parent’s done passed on. I didn’t figger goin’ ‘ome would do me much good so when I was sure tha scoundrels was gone, I buried me mums and pops off tha road an’ kept headin’ tward Bree.”
“I been livin’ on tha streets in Bree fer about two years now, I reckon, findin’ foods where I can, pickin’ a few pockets here an’ there. Jus’ doin’ whatever I can ta make it by.
Now don’ go feelin’ sorry fer me, I makes me own way mostly.”
“Anyways, me name’s Stubbo an’ I’m gonna lay it down straight fer ya. I’m tired o’ starvin’ an’ I reckon you folks got a house an’ plenty o’ foods. I seen some of yer ‘obbits an yer dwarves an’ they gots meats on their bones they do. I reckon I can do some work fer ya an’ maybe gets me a meal or two. I gots me some skills. I’m quiet an’ can sneak aroun’ a bit. Not too shabby wit’ a blade either! I find things from time ta time and I can work a few bits inta pretty bangles ta make tha ends meet. Reckon ya got room fer one more ‘obbit in yer ranks?”