ME FIRST!!!!!!

Aardvarkin grins at the upcoming battle, malicious saliva dribbles down his
chin:

"  Come on you slavin' dogs....come and get it!..."

Aardvarkin stays with the shadows as much as possible, keeping low and
stepping on firm looking ground.  The dagger flickers into his hand. 
Aardvarkin quickly covers the blade with mud to dull any possible gleam that
may be reflected by any present illumination...

...Aardvarkin drools..."bloody bastards...come here" he whispers

creeping slowly and silently,  Aardvarkin prepares to knife the slaver
furthest from the rest of his comrades in the back(under the shoulder blade
right into the lungs)

Aardvarkin silently giggles insanely within himself....this otta be good!..:)

Sage's Desk AD&D