Across the main field, the Halfling acrobat Mabel's gaze lingers. perhaps a little too long, on Liga Burr's scarred and muscular arms. A gaze her brother Poppin can't help but notice.
"What ya lookin' at?", he sneers good naturedly. "Not that dirty freak? I'm not sure if he's even a full halfling. He looks like if our old Auntie Jemima shagged a sack full of rocks and had a lumpy baby!"
Biting her bottom lip, Mabel denies the obvious attraction whilst simultaneously maintaining her view of Liga Burr's ridiculously broad shoulders.
"I was just wondering if he knows anything about the history of this place?", she semi-lies in response.
So, if Liga Bur survives he might score?
ReplyDeleteThat's certainly extra incentive ;-)