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*stands in the shadows outside the local drinking establishment; only the glow of his cigarette giving away his presence*

*nonchalantly watches the prospective victims people coming out and bides his time, waiting for an interesting specimen*

*is very discriminatory in his torturing preferences*

*reappears in the stronghold with absolutely no warning, as usual, and drops a whole load of luggage and shopping bags on the floor*

MIIINIONS, I'M HOOO-OOOOME!

*continues, remarkably cheerful* Súro! Out of My throne, NOW. *barely glances at the new addition* Dru, Glu Glaurung, 'Gwethil, come get your souvenirs. Kitten, if I were you I'd get out of My sight while I still had legs. Moriel, darling, where's the fucking Welcome Home banner?

And where's My boy? FANKIL! COME TO DADDY! HE HAS PRESENTS!

*wanders around Tirion for a while and eventually picks up some info about the local Evil Stronghold*

*makes his way out in that general direction and finds the fort eventually*

*walks up, a little surprised to be unchallenged* :?

...

*knocks on the door*

*after many months of proper nomad-ing (broken up by discreet bouts of bandit-ing), parks the horde about a half-day's ride from Tirion*

*Cleans Up¹ and heads into town to catch up on events* *acquires a newspaper and settles down in what passes for a coffee shop (blech) on the fringe of the main park*

*figures he'll people-watch and eavesdrop a while*



¹Takes a bath and everything!