Storm just shook her head, as she returned to the room “Ancient language of bollox.” she murmured to herself as the pretty boy elf seemed to be trying to get into the non existent underwear of the two attractive women about him. This was just ridiculous, here was long ears trying to get laid and they needed to get out of here.<br/><br/>“Oi blondie,” The woman shouted over to Peregrine, “Jast pin back yer fackin’ ears and ye’ll pick it up easy. Notice you aint complainin’ at Mush there usin’ poncy elf language.” Her 'storm' like attentions were then on the male. “We ‘ave no bastard idea where the fackin’ ‘ell we are. And we aint goin’ ta find out, lolly gaggin’ about in 'ere.”<br/><br/>“Look I still ‘ave a bastard be’ind the eyes and I am not in the best of moods. I jast want me stuff...” Storm burped loudly and scratched at the huge knotted scar that traced down the back of her head and down her neck and shoulder. “So are we all ready ta move then…I’ll take point.”<br/><br/>This was worse than looking after a bunch of FNG’s. “You still got that dagger Princess? If anyone else thinks that might be able to make more use of it speak up now.” Storm did not really want to take over but someone had to.<br/>