06-06-2022, 03:52 PM
Least dey ain't sportin' no stinkin' orcs, He said with a grin then bounded from the stool. He was about to head over to the party when he seemed to freeze for a moment as though listening to someone, then muttered, Aye Berranor, I almost forgots meself fer a moment, He then turned and fumbling in the pouch at his hip he produced a gold coin and placed it reverently upon the bar before the Bartender, Fer da hospitality, and fer pointin' me in da right direction.
Swiping the bread she'd placed on the bar for him, he headed toward the party in question, muttering to himself as if in a heated conversation, he finally thumped up to the crew, his booming voice rumbling forth, Da lass behind da bar sayin' ye all be needin' a stout shield, I'm thinkin' I could help ye out.
Swiping the bread she'd placed on the bar for him, he headed toward the party in question, muttering to himself as if in a heated conversation, he finally thumped up to the crew, his booming voice rumbling forth, Da lass behind da bar sayin' ye all be needin' a stout shield, I'm thinkin' I could help ye out.
