Behold the glory and grace of "The Great Velvyn Silverstrings!" Yes it is I, the one and only "Master Minstrel," the "Blue Bard," and the "Owner of Two Coupons For Feather Fluffing Services!" Yup, its my big entrance (finally) and you all better be ready for some serious fluffy shoulder pad and big goofy* (*that means cool*) hat action! These foul curs expected (and were totally wrong about this) that they could actually stand the slighted chance of defeating me (and my fellowship, but mostly me!)
Fools rushed in where angels were too chicken to tread...
Behold the glory and grace of "The Great Velvyn Silverstrings!" Yes it is I, the one and only "Master Minstrel," the "Blue Bard," and the "Owner of Two Coupons For Feather Fluffing Services!" Yup, its my big entrance (finally) and you all better be ready for some serious fluffy shoulder pad and big goofy* (*that means cool*) hat action! These foul curs expected (and were totally wrong about this) that they could actually stand the slighted chance of defeating me (and my fellowship, but mostly me!)
I have but one question...
Didj'a miss me?
*smack*
I wish I could say that this scenario is an exaggeration of the truth, but unfortunately, Dwarves don't lie.