... is miles beyond the smoke curlingaround his tusks as he sits quietly by the fire, his muddy feet kickedover the back of an empty chair and half a cigar's worth of ash piledon his lap.
The Great Lion watching the hunter perks as the troll'sbreathing grows heavy and the cigar droops in his hand..
Before it drops, Bumbo'Jin pinches the cigar hard, and stands slowlyto address the Grim that have come by the tavern tonight.
"Visions of terrifyehn' powah come to meh. Of far off placesan' unstoppable armies. I'm sure you've all felt, or heard by nah. There iseven big talk of an ELF ALLIANCE among the Horde. I 'ave seen eht an' lostmeh breath when I did! An elf, prancehn' around da Jungle Base Campuntouched! The gaurds did nothing, and threatened to lock me up when I drew meh arrows!"
Bumbo'Jin snorts violenty, then pauses and stares deeply into Zion's eyes.
"The far wind carries a straaaaaange tune now. The masters reveal old secrets. The stars stir."
Bumbo smirks a bit and regains some of his aloof compsure.
"Soooooowhat we do, Grim? Eh? We move deep in Ragnarahs' lair, ya, and Hakkartaste Grim justice himself! Yet their halls are bare an' witheringinnah light of da comehn' dawn..."
He sits slowly, throwing his boots back on the chair, and looks out over his calloused knuckles at the Grim in the room as he rolls another cigar.
Bumbo mutters "Elves!" and spits on the ground...