<strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br/><br/>The three Halflings, the elderly human man and the human female looked between each other at Shiloh's words, the mention of a key seamed a point of recognition to them and had them silently exchanging looks among one another.  In the end it seamed that it had almost been silently agreed that it would be the elderly man who approached the subject and spoke.<br/><br/><em>“So in exchange for this key or information upon it you would lend support to our cause for independence and fight with us against the tyrant King?” </em>He took a look over Shiloh and pondered the possibilities the worth of the offer, what value was this key and how easily would Luficent part with it.<em>“This Key, you know nothing of it as it would seam but who is it that you work for and what do you know of there intent for such what interest do they have in Luficent himself ?”<br/></em><br/>The halflings eyed Shiloh and the female spoke up among them pointing a dainty finger at her and wagging it in a telling manner. “You ain't seeking a bounty on him I hope!” The fat halflings eyes lit up and he scowled at Shiloh<em>“Yeah we ain't betraying nobody..no even that thief of a bat, he ain't done us no wrong you know.</em>” The remaining halfling simply nodded whilst nursing his sore finger occasionally shooting his brother a hurt look.<br/><br/>The human woman finally spoke herself<em>“I think it would be agreed that any information or help we did supply you would only be given if we where happy it would lead to no trouble for our cause or Luficent, he has helped us in the past and he is not a creature we would wish to cross better to be his friend than have him an enemy.” </em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Barbarian at the Bar </strong><br/><br/>There did seam to be a certain air in the tavern about Weom many took to looking and staring at him most only when they did not think he would notice,  others where more bold and it did seam as if people considered the barbarian quite the spectacle.  Of course a few recognized him from his fighting others wondered at his presence in the tavern, some just had never seen an Albadian Barbarian before all where taken a back by the presence of a man bigger and more impressively built than Master Arsuth.  Where Master Arsuth was obviously quite vain and free of scars or unsightly marks, Weom it seamed wore them with pride or no care and this made him the more intimidating man to many.<br/><br/>A few people about the bar cleared as Weom approached making room for him a few halted there conversations and others left fearful of offending him and starting a bar brawl, Princess to busy with Storm did not notice the new person at her bar but apparently someone else did.  There was a distinct jabbing at Weom's side as a drunken dwarf stood beneath him peering up at him a tankard of ale in hand.<em>“Eyyya...big one...yer tha..HIC..tha...fella..from tha..pits...Ive..seen..yer...well....ive seen..more than..id..like ter..see of yer heheaheh..HIC....But..yer fights is good..dunna why yer do it in the nud....armor...thats..wat yer need some good...nice armor...keep them bits tucked away.” </em>He took a large swig and gulp from his tankard and raised him arm out reaching up to Weom.<em> “For...Forge..nah..Forgar..HIC...Forgar..Hammerheld..formarly of Burok Torn..Master Smith..well I...was once...bit of shake in the hands these days hehehe...but you look like yer seen a few years yourself..you know how it is..hehehah.”  </em><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i56.tinypic.com/2ynne5v.jpg)</div>