Calling all hunters!

[notallworthy]

Tom (still crackplotted) is feeling much better than he has in a long time and wants to do something (other than have sex.) So he stands in the main room and makes an announcement. "I've put this off for too long. Who here wants to go on a hunt? And/or make out with me?"

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[houndmaster]

"A hunt?" That is something that will draw Tyelkormo from where ever he is, certainly. "I would never say no to joining one."

[notallworthy]

"Wonderful! Did you know you're very pretty? Now I just need to find horses, hounds, weapons, game, and a few more people."

[houndmaster]

He grins brightly. "Uh, thanks? I can provide horses and hounds, certainly."

[notallworthy]

Tom is practically bouncing with enthusiasm. "I hate crackplots. Really? Oh! Thomas Jones, at your service, sir." He bows, still grinning.

[houndmaster]

He is not the only one, though Tyelkormo does quite well at disguising it. "Ah, yes. They're quite terrible things. Tyelkormo Turkafinwë," he replied, bowing slightly himself.

[notallworthy]

Headtilt. "What country is that from?"

[houndmaster]

"I am of the Noldor." That was much easier than mentioning Aman.

[notallworthy]

"What are the Noldor?"

[houndmaster]

"My people. You call us Elves in some tongues." At the very least, it explains the obscene tallness and the not quite human feel about of him.

[notallworthy]

Short, little Tom looks up at him and smiles. "Truly? How interesting. I'm human."

[houndmaster]

Tyelko grins, amused. "I noticed."

[notallworthy]

Nod nod. "Are you like the leprechaun then, sir?"

[houndmaster]

"A what?"

[notallworthy]

"Mad Sweeney. He's very tall as well and he says he was a god." Smile. "He showed me how to do this." Tom pulls a large gold coin out of midair and vanishes it midflip.

[houndmaster]

Tyelko looked impressed and then laughed, shaking his head. "Nay, we are no gods."

[notallworthy]

"Oh. I'm afraid I don't know much about Elves. My tutors didn't hold much with stories."