Post by thayne on May 13, 2009 12:10:51 GMT -6
Bruenor smiled into the night as a gust of icy wind blew in his face, "What a beautifull night." He said into the wind. It had been awhile since he had ventured out into the night. He leaned down and took a handfull of soft, powdery snow and let it fall through his fingers. He wandered about his friends, about Wulfgar, drizzt, and most of all, his beloved daughter, Catti-Bre. He smiled a sad smile, thinking of the past and wishing that he could go back and relieve some of his adventures. He sighed, then straightened as he hear a sound. He grabbed his axe and hid it, while being very cautious, and waited for whoever, or whatever, was coming towards him.
