FAITH IS THE BULLET, HOPE IS THE GUN
03-04-2014, 01:17 PM
He nodded and smiled as she explained that it was for her own benefit. Come to think of it, he had been on his feet for most of the day. He didn't know why he had wandered so far from ebony, but he had only been gone for a few days. They wouldn't miss him. "May I be so bold as to ask your name, sir?" he shifted his weight from his right side to his left, his right side was aching. Of course you may, Fili Durin, Ebon Knight of Ebony, at your service. He tipped his head respectfully. And you m'lady? he glanced to her, grey green orbs studied her. Nice eyes, ebony fur with white ears and a white mask. Pretty. Very Pretty. He let his eyes wander around the cave while awaiting her reply.
"Speech."