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| Teren Bocere | Jun 29 2008, 10:05 PM |
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If Sceo hadn't been such a rotten beast, Teren wouldn't be here. Naturally, they were a bit short-handed at the Fort. And the otter hadn't really been doing anything important. Still, did they really have to send the shy and socially inept otter to welcome the temporary fort commander? Teren shifted his grip in his staff and gulped nervously, blinking morosely out through the water dripping off his hood. He was wet. He was bored. The boat was late. He couldn't even paint because everything was soaked! If he hadn't been such a kind, trusting, completely oblivious, beast, he would have suspected Sceo of being a bit fiendish. Now... what should he say to the new one? What was his name again? Teren panicked a moment before he remembered that he was related to Enamel. Mr. Pardon, then? Oh wait, wasn't he some sort of officer? Oh dear... Teren's expression grew positively pitiful. Wasn't there anyone else coming to help? Oh Fates, there was the ship... The otter waited, wet and morose, until he was able to disinguish a commander-like looking beast disembarking from the ship. "Hallo," he started, far too quietly to hear. He miserably coughed and tried again, louder this time. "I want to welcome you, sir, to- Um, ah, Black Arch... Fort! Black Arch Fort. Commander Sceo sends her greetings and wishes that dinner would be- no, that wasn't it. Um. She has food." He winced and wished heartily that he were somewhere else. |
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