"I met a girl Da other day~ We had a roll in da hay~." A voice called out, singing within the darkness. "Da dame she felt so right~ Because her bumb was oh so Tig-" - crash.- "Huh..." Thrak's aberrant singing was stopped by strange noises. -Thud... Rattle... rattle.- "Hmmm." Thrak pondered as he stood up from his chair, raising his lantern from the table at his side. "Noten should be here but Thrak and da rats! Well... Thrak Thinks. Thrak should go check!" Thrak's speech was something to be desired. But he was not a complete buffoon. Thrak understood his job, though it was backwater and foreign to him. Protecting? Guarding? Thrak thought one was to steal things, not protect things. As far as thrak understood, anyone standing between him and his comrades were to be Thumped! And their things taken. He never considered them guards but rather, easy pickens.<br/><br/>He raised his lantern, turning from his post to start walking down the stairs. Slowly and surely he made his way down to the second floor. His curiosity peaked, as he began to hear soft voices. Know anything about such magic, Thrak heard that clear. He couldn't understand what the two were talking about, but he liked her voice. It was soft, and small. Thrak couldn't help but think she was cute. Slowly, Thrak moved foreword. His ear's twitching as he heard the other voice. Just temptation, nothing I wasn't trained to deal with. Her voice sounded pure, resolved. Thrak gave a small chuckle, he liked that. She simply sounded like some one worth listening to. Maybe even help him get some shut eye with a long story. "Thrak likes stories." He whispered to himself as he stepped into a large circular room. "Woah," He gave a soft gasp, taking a step to his right. "Sage said, keep to da shadows. An nothing hurt Thrak." As Thrak spoke, he slowly slid along the wall. Strafing around the room until he met the door on the other end. Thrak continued to wander down the corridors, fallowing the voices until he can see a small light. As he neared it, he pondered what to say. He didn't want to Thump the pretty voices, especially if they belonged to pretty ladies! He knew he needed a game plan. And decided being blunt was best. "Thrak come in peace!" the voice called. Slowly, the giant of a man walked into the room. A small grunt escaping his lip's. "You theivings?" he asked, as he raised his lantern up high, lighting the room up more. "Thrak no like gaurden. It's not like thieven. It's boren, don't pay as well, and Thrak no get to thump humies.  Ha ...ha... Thrak think you folks got da better job." As he spoke he looked between the different people. He was curious about the scaly fellow, Thrak had never seen a man like that. And sure enough, the lady with a smooth voice that would put Thrak to sleep, belonged to a pretty blond. "Smooth voice is pretty." Thrak whispered as he gave a harmless gaze upon the Clerics curves. But Thrak couldn't see the lady with the prettiest voice. Was she the pretty lady with the pointed ears?<br/><br/>It took Thrak a second, but soon he looked way down, to see her. A beautiful women, but she was... Half a women. Wee short, but that didn't put Thrak off at all. It was actually sexy. And she didn't dress to modestly either. "Oh, so you da lady with the prettiest voice. You tinier then Thrak thought, but Thrak think that's cute. Thrak like cute." As he said that, he gave a wide grin, a small chuckle escaping his lips as his other hand reached to scratch the back of his head. Thrak was nervous, he was never to good with people. In fact, the only people he ever got along with were bandits and thugs. So Thrak was not to confident in how well he would be received. "So, Thrak wonder what you all want? You heres to go thieven?"<br/><br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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