"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."
Grey wrote:nah i'm kiddin, other people do all the work, we just look good
you guys DO look pretty good.
I am thou... Thou art I... From the sea of thy soul, I come... Soulchild: u thnk evry thng stupid. DaCrum: Warbear, why did you suddenly become pretty cool? Stop it. BR:love is just a boner everyone is looking to fart on warbear
My boss was a drug addict. He was cutting my hours and giving them to newer people who sold him perkaset or whatever it's called. I was down to two days a week and when I did work he bitched that nobody did anything. Then he would leave early all the time and never answer his phone.