Voice Post

[infidel_calypso]

[a few sad notes, then a sharp snap of something small being shut]

Tch.

All ye pups an ye warrin'.  Stop talkin' an' raisin' Hades.

Get it over wit'.

Me dragon, come walk wit' Tia...de day was mild, an' de night be milder...

Galadriel...might ye join her later by the lake...?