Feel and Do
"Give us the dice," hisses The Voice. "They are ours
and we wants them, don't we, Preciousss?" A 'gollum, gollum'
sound is heard coming from The Voice's mouth. "Give it to
us!" You are whirled around and coming face to face with an ugly
creature. His face is gray, and his eyes are pale blue, and the little
hair he has is light gray. You shiver and turn away, but the blade is
still pressed to your neck. You faintly realize that the knife he
holds is an orc knife. How do you know? You don't, but you guess.
"Is that--" you gasp in feigned surprise, "is that an
ORC knife?"
The Ugly Creature (no longer The Voice, for you can see him) looks
down at his knife. "Yesss," he says, confused. He takes the
point from your neck and feels it with his hand. "Yesss, it is an
orc knife, Precious. We killed him ourselves, didn't we? Yesss,
Precious, we did." He seems to be muttering to himself. Good.
Now's the time to make for it.
You turn to run, but The Ugly Creature turns, and with lightening-fast
reflexes, shoots out his fist and punches you square in the nose.
"Not good, Precious, not good," he hisses threateningly.
"Bad, bad. Don't try again, and we be nice and good to you."
His pale eyes flicker with--what? Disgust? You don't know, and
shuddering, you turn away from him.
You feel the cold tip of a blade pressed to your neck. You shudder and
try to pull away, but a firm, icy hand has caught your arm.
