[IC] Chapter 2-5: You're whirling 'round...

[Lugar]

SG laughs loudly "Do you think a rat-like creature speak for party? Has a rat-like creature ever been the spokesman for a party?  I don't think so."  

Come on guys, let's go out from this cursed place.

"You right," Toot replies sharply to SG.  "But actions of big folk like Ooman, Dorf, Alf and Orc shape world. And look at all the wars they fight and every week adventures have to divert a new apocalypse.  But not many know Jermlaine have great wisdom [+6] and if Jermaine given chance to speak instead of exterminated we might do things better.  Yes... If given a chance we could lead the world.  DOMINATE it!  Bring it to heel under the Jermlaine empire.  NEVER again big folk LOOK DOWN UPON US!  NEVER AGAIN forced to live in sewers.  ALL WILL LOOK UPON US WITH ENVY AND WILL QUAKE IN FEAR AT THE SIGHT OF US!  MUAHAHaha ha ha.. ha."  Toot's wild eyes suddenly relax and he clears his throat.  "So ummm... yeah.  Just give Jermlaine a chance."

Lugar is not amused by the tiny druid's rant of Jermlaine domination. He grimaces as if he smelled something bad, and dwarves were known for their hardy constitutions. Just the thought of the smell brought back the memory of when Toot joined them... 

""Toot puts down his crossbow and then lifts his dirty leather tunic to reveal his jiggly potbelly.  He then proceeds to lift his folds of skin.  "Toot showing you's, me's has no hidden weapons to hurt you's all with... See?  None there.... None... there... Whew! Toot a little ripe.  You's wanna smells it too?  No?  Ok... Save that for later..."  Once he has displayed every nook and cranny on his body he pulls down his tunic and sits in his tiny saddle.""

"It's not that we don't trust your wisdom.  It's just, well, there's a smell that bites the nose."