'Vlunderful', said Kras. 'I walked into the Deep College this morning met only by a massive gale of wind as opposed to a tornado...'
'Those darn tornadoes. They knocked over three ents last week.' grumbled Suzli, the corner dwarf.
Life had been peaceful in Westonshire since the fall of Larr-son, the Lidless eye of the Performing Arts office. A terrible battle of wits and strength had taken place one that had taken seven and a half hours, until the Ring of Urge could be destroyed... and nearly ending the lives of Bryodo and Ben Wise the hobbits of Madeira Cove. Bryodo had since disappeared in a ship but I have a feeling she'll be back soon....
The odd threesome of Eosoph, Kras and Suzli relaxed, Suzli puffing lovingly on her trademark pipe, which made her say silly things.
All of a sudden, they heard a horn... the horn of Warwick... but how could this be? The house of Warwick had lost their horn... the scatterbrained housemates were simple like that.
So who could the horn have been blown by?
TBC... (peace out) xxx
I love this!
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