[RP Setting] A Day in the Life of a Lord

He strolled casually through the lush forest, sweat beading down his face, his feet pitter pattering ever so lightly along the cobbled path. His bodacious body came bumbling into the town square like a balloon of beeswax. Turning his head, or rather swivelling his pudgy body about in order to rotate the engorged vertebrachial region that existed between his shoulders and head due to a recent besting he had received in said region, he glanced ever so gracefully about the square. He smelled the fresh air, breathed it deeply in and nearly choked on a bug. Oh to be Dargo Tububublius, Lord of all he surveyed, and accidentally inhaled. His eyes, brilliant and shining in the sunlight, focused about him on those fellow town members who inhabited the surrounding region. As he looked around, his eyes focused singularly upon a personage known as _______ .

Insert Fedris here ^

The unfortunate male dunmer had not seen the rotund man, but he smelled him approach. He had been completely lost in thought, leaning against a cobblestone fence, his gloved fingertips pulling lightly at his scruffy beard. Swallowing, he turned and forced the most polite smile his poor lips had to form.

"Ah... my dear friend Dargo. Stretching your legs then, eh?" His words where positively dripping with sarcastic charm.

Dargo humbled and jumbled on over to the dark gentlemer, a faint smile across his face, doing his best to look pleasant. As he drew near the elf spoke, in a tone that could only the described as between that of the mating call of a hoarover and the unwilling scrowl of a cat being placed in a tub of water.

"Dear... Friend... Dargo..." Those words in particular stood out amongst the screech of unwilling water mating, they made him smile a but more, a warm oozy feeling gurglining up within him. Dargo was quite glad Fedris thought of him as a dear friend, for in Dargo mind they quite were. Best mates, there through thick and thin, except for that time he got lost in the bushes, but of course the brush was thick, Fedris had just not heard Dargo pleas for help and direction. Yes, that was it. They truly were best friends. Why, Dargo was even going to be the best man at the elf's wedding! Ahh the joys of youth and friendship...

As these thoughts passed along Dargo brain, he stood, very probably unresponsive for a moment, possibly with drool at the corner of his mouth. After a moment he caught himself and hopping back to reality he responded "ha ha.. Yes. Indeed old chap. Er,. Uh.. Yes.. Just stretching the old legs I say! Indeed! No legs like the old legs I always say! Must stretch them out. Capital stuff!"

Fedris' sarcastic charm was completely lost upon the tubby man who knew no hint of sarcasm.