Greetings Great and Majestic Lords!

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*Utoh nervously enters, his footfalls silent to all but the most perceptive. He is so scruffy looking, so dirty and unkempt he seems a feral night elf child. He is not young in years, though. His "youthful" mind, say many, is the result of falling out of his homestead trees once too many times and landing on his head. His throat tight with fear he manages, finally to squeek out a greeting.

"Utoh trembles with fear."
Sometimes his manner of speech confuses people as he always refers to himself in the third person. Like his very name indicates, Utoh is a lot more used to being spoken about, or being spoken for, than speaking for himself.
*clears throat
"Utoh hopes the Mighty Ones will look kindly on him."
*waits, figgeting, practically receding into the shadows he is so shy
"Many seasons has Utoh cleaned, and carried, and chased away all the naughty creatures Great Lord Johnson has said do not belong near the Master's lodge."
*a long moment passes as he waits to see if anybody has actually heard what he said, and since nobody has actually objected he continues...
"But now poor Utoh asks...umm wishes...well, umm begs...if he can be permitted to join the host of Mighty Ones. Utoh dreams. Utoh dreams that he someday gets to be a ....gets allowed to be...with kindly permissions and after doing many goodly works ...a Defender of Valor"
*scratches one foot on the toe of another, receding even further, if that is possible, into the shadows
"Umm, please?"

[joylogic]

Ummm...

Utoh gances about looking around for his favorite of the Great Mighty Ones...Mighty Celera

As a little one Utoh was befriended by one close to her...his name was...Uther, or Biggles...utoh forgets = /

[Celera]

Tim's ears perked up. The old wolf always had a better sense of smell and hearing than even an elf, but as time wore on he seemed to have developed another sense as well. Even Celera was often surprised by what he knew, and how quickly he knew it.

But she had learned to pay attention, so she put down her book and followed the wolf out into the hall, to where the House of the Beast's wing joined the center of the guildhall. And there she saw Utoh. Of course she had seen him before, but now she realized she had never heard him speak. And yet, here he was, talking -- to the walls. And he looked as if he expected the walls themselves to put him in his place. When they did not object to his speaking, he went on, gaining a bit of confidence.

"....with kindly permissions and after doing many goodly works...a Defender of Valor. Ummmm please?"

She could not help but smile. The simple, ill-kept elf did not seem particularly valorous, but many fine members of the guild had been equally improbable. If Boswell, and Menshk and timid Robbyn could do so much...who could say what a shy night-elf could manage?

"Utoh, isn't it?" she began, bidding the wolf to stay behind her lest he be intimidated. "Why don't we go down to the kitchen. I was thinking of having a bit of cornbread or something. You can tell me more about yourself."

((Hi there! Welcome, I'm glad you found us. I'll be looking for you on line too! Do tell Biggles hello when you see him )