[IC] Chapter 1-7: Many Meetings

[Toot]

Toot thought, he kind of liked the half-orc.  Sure he was a bit slow but brains weren't everything.  In fact in his case they weren't anything.  But at least what you see is what you get.  Toot could appreciate someone who he didn't have to look over his shoulder every 2 seconds to keep an eye on him.  Unlike gnomes who always think they're so damn clever.  Always butting their big fat noses into other people's businesses.  Never having to worry about anything except their next punchline.  Everyone thinking they are soooo damn cute.  And their whiny little voices, like nails on a chalk board... I HATE 'EM!  I HATE 'EM ALL!  Toot suddenly snaps out of his daydreaming and notices his crossbow was quivering slightly and his finger was inching toward the trigger again.  He swallow's slowly and wipes the perspiration from his brow.  

Trying to take his mind off happily boiling the gnome in hot oil, Toot asks the 'humans' rather bluntly, "So why the disguises?"