More'n likely, Brulk reckoned, It was a fool job to follow after folk. Especially when you've been told to keep your distance. Doubly so if you're missing two parts o' your spying kid, and ear and an eye. But most importantly, He reckoned, it was foolhardy to hit the trail while craving a piss.
The man known as Barraden sat atop his horse, speaking down to a couple merchants in Archet. A Hobbit and a man. He'd already visited two other business partners, as Brulk reckoned 'em to be, and these looked to be the last. The trio looked deep in conversation, Barraden wasn't too happy over the Hobbit asking about his good and their point of origin. More'n likely a good point for a piss, Brulk reckoned, and adjusted his trousers accordingly. By the dead, Brulk needed a piss. He rested one hand above him, his only ear straining to make out what deal was being discussed. He wasn't having much luck.
He held himself, ready to piss. It didn't want to come, never did when he was on a job. More'n likely, most folk had a rush before a fight and couldn't empty 'emselves. More'n likely, those poor bugger ended up emptying 'emselves once the fighting had begun.
"So we have a deal then? Good." came [Barraden]]'s voice, snapping his attention back to current events. "Move the good's quickly, waste no time."
"Shit." Brulk heard the words escape his mouth, looking down at the dry wall infront of him. His eye glanced over his shoulder, his target looked to be on the move again. "Holly, always a pleasure. Tell your Uncle from Rohan thank you." He was turning his horse, and heading back Brulk's way. Shit
Another fool thing to do, reckoned Brulk, was stand holding naught but your manhood while the fellow you was hired to trail approaches. Fuck. "And Lyfrid says hello to him." Added the southern voice from behind. Brulk could hear the hooves of Barraden's horse passing him, and the muttering of agreement and thanks coming from his associates.
His ear pricked up, hearing a splatter against leather. Fuckk.. Ahh...By the dead, it felt good. He peered back over his shoulder, Barraden was moving out of the Archet gate. Brulk heaved a great sigh, closed his eye and sagged his head back. Listening to the hissing off piss against the wall. Back to the lodge, Brulk reckoned. See if that traveller, Angelnarth, knows anything about a Lyfrid..
