I don't own nothing so don't dare sue me. I'm low on cash as it is. SGIB comes in and holds up a search warrant. I haven't got the friggin Crown Jewels! Stay away (SGIB advances on her) Argaaahhhh! Screen goes blank, with wording. The Channel you were watching has problems caused by a dangerous armed fugitive from Azkaban. The channel has been turned off so that those with hearts (not only weak) can refrain from adverse effects.
SGIB comes up and says in high pitched squeaky voice, umm, in her will, Magequeen had said that she wishes for her stories to be screened on FF.N. Umm, Ya.
On With The Story!
"Umm, have you seen a girl with long brown hair and grey blue eyes? Her name is Daine." He said in a baritone voice.
Hakkon's reply came out is a squeak. Numair towered 2 and a half heads above him. "What would you be wanting with that lying sluttish bitch?" his words bold.
Numair's good natured grin transformed into a deep frown. "I am her husband. Who might you be?"
Hakkon's courage had perked up. "And she was boasting that her husband was a Black Robe Mage. Pardon me, but you don't look like one. Slut. She said that she was the Wildmage. As if."
Numair said, "I am. And she is. Now do you mind telling me where she went?"
Hakkon looked surprised. He was expecting a more violent reply. "Well, you just proved that you aren't a black robe. And she turned into a bird. An eagle. And flew off. Typical of her to play such tricks."
Numair just grinned and went off. 3 minutes later, Daine the eagle landed on Numair's shoulder. "Hey Daine. Did you see anybody?" he asked.
Daine the eagle pecked his cheek (literally) and shook her head. Hakkon looked from a distance. That was a fine bird. It looked intelligent and strong. It would fetch a good price.
