Going on instincts....
Having been busy in the basement these many months, I decided I should take a walk outside and see what other insanity may have happened while I was busy.
All looked normal... if a resort run by eagles and staffed by orcs could be considered normal. I saw the wonderful warg skulking in the shadows and imagined that this could be a delightfully dangerous place to be wondering around in the dark.
Then, out of no where, this
idiot came running across the compound waving around some strange piece of metal and muttering "somewhere in the Rockies, gotta be. Everyone's speaking English..."
That was the same moronic mortal I had seen in my lab
earlier.
Now, I have been alive for a very long time. And the reason I've survived this long is because I know when things are going to turn bad. I bugged out the Middle Earth here and laid low in the east until the whole business with Sauron was settled.
Something strange is going on. I'm done with my research.
Time to get rid of the bodies.
I hurry back to the basement lab and quickly move the bodies outside. After a moments thought, I dump them in the shadows and hope the warg will find them.That will take care of it.
Now for a good nights sleep.
Current Mood:
sleepyCurrent Music: Silence