Snippet #2702687

Vanarak didn't notice the small Elf that approached him, not until she was directly beside him. It bothered him slightly that his senses had been so dulled by his injuries. But that could be dealt with later, This little Elf already seemed quite... Fun.. "Hah, I'm not all that used to being approached. Especially not by someone swinging a severed arm around me. Vanarak's tone was tired, rugged, Yet there was a cheeky undertone to it.

Vanarak did not move a single muscle, Only his eyes now focusing on the Elf. "I should apologize, But... Vanarak suddenly rose from his seat, His body screeching in disapproval. He barely made it to his full height before one of the many arrows in his back cracked making a ugly noise. With a sigh Vanarak sat back down. ...I cannot move with all this".

Vanarak swung his head in a gesture very familiar for a Minotaur. He then pointed at the large amount of goo covering Serrina "Atleast you avenged my back, Those little mongrels seem not to have had an all too fortunate encounter with you!"
Vanarak released a small gruffy laugh his posture easing up slightly.