Hi di ho again, friends. Short chapter, so I figure I'll talk for a while. Sorry I haven't updated for a while (whoever is still reading this). Drop a review if you like how its going or have anything to say.
Chapter 8
"Hey mon, keep dem coming." Aloos was on his third shot of the bar's strongest liquor, and still yet to feel so much as a buzz. For better or worse, a troll's body can regenerate lost limbs and fight off most types of poison. While this was excellent in battle situations, it caused endless annoyance whenever Aloos tried to get drunk. Only a special brew, made by trolls, could give him that oh so sweet high. But that didn't stop him from trying with the conventional beverages the bar served.
"Aloos," whispered a disembodied voice.
The troll looked around the bar confused. "Damn, how da hell did I get drunk?"
"Aloos, you stupid ass-hole."
"Oh, hello Mab," he said, realizing the spirit didn't materialize due to the public place.
"Come on," she said as an unseen force began to tug on his arm. "Move your blue ass."
"What the matter?" Aloos demanded, refusing to budge from his stool.
"Taff is in trouble."
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Private Pantherfoot's day hadn't gotten much better since the bar. She'd tried everything she could think to get a lead on the Greywalker. She had bribed every goblin, intimidated countless gnomes. She'd even gone as far as to seduce a human for information, but still she knew next to nothing. He had to be getting help, she decided. How else could a creature that noticeable stay in a town unnoticed. Tyrr contemplated using Aisha to find the elusive tauren, but quickly decided against it. Mounts, especially potentially dangerous ones such as the jungle cat, were required to be checked at the town stables. So, the elf would simply have to wait for a lead to hit her.
Familiar xenophobia came over Tyrr as a powerful force knocked her down. She glared at the troll that ran carelessly through the town, anger burning in her heart. She hated those disgusting creatures: bunch of cannibalistic voodoo priests, all of them. She unsheathed the dagger from her belt as she began to chase after the blue skinned creature. Killing him was just what she needed to blow of some steam.