Adventures in Sigil - IC - Part III [4E]

[Haberdashery]

The little black elf was saying funny things, and so Shep began to scratch at his chin.

It would have been so much easier to be intimidating if he still had his beard.

Zyrr was already some few steps ahead by the time he had a moment to assess the situation, having not even waited for his response. The lumbering mountain man shrugged, and followed him on silent feet. Shep slunk behind Zyrr, watching him walk in that oh-so-very-smug way of his, until the priestess was right in sight. And then the Shepherd sprang. Or rather, didn't do much springing at all, for he shot his arm out very plainly, and grabbed Zyrr by the head.

"Hey.." The Shepherd paused, clearing his throat. "Hey..."

...what the devil did tough people call other people when they were trying to act tough? Shep tensed up his face,

"...hey you."

Perfect.

"I said hey you." The Shepherd spoke in a deep gravely voice. "Yes, you. You...erm..." Shep frowned. Now what on earth was a good name for an employer. They always started with Mister. Always. It was some sort of code that seedy business people had to follow. "Mister...uh...Mister...Mister Goat doesn't like being ducked."

The Shepherd stood there blankly for a moment, staring at Zyrr, as the world seemed to grow thick with uncomfortable silence. And then it hit him, like a candle igniting in his head.

"...oh right." And the goliath almost threw Zyrr into the priestesses. Shep smiled, pleased with himself.