[narf poit chez BOOM]

[ooc: reply to follow once narf's brain starts working. just woke up. in the meantime, i probably should have said these woods are very dangerous, why my post was all gloomy and this is close to my first roleplay. weeee!]

the mention of food energises narpichez (nar-pitch-ez) and he heaves himself to his feet. "well, i was hoping to see trouble before it saw me. don't know why i didn't hear that river, though" he says. (ooc: cause he was dead tired and it wasn't right in front of him) "i could use a bite. lets put this out and go. have enough room to cook a rabbit to?" "yes.", answers the stranger. after retrieving his rabbit, they put out the fire by simply scooping dirt over it. as they head through the woods to the riverside, narf says "name's narpitchez. to long. call me narp. what's yours? and what brings you to these woods? decide it couldn't be that dangerous, to?" he cracks a grin.

weeee! what do you think?

[ June 21, 2003, 01:14: Message edited by: narf poit chez BOOM ]