03-24-2024, 08:43 PM
At first in his half conscious state, Cutter was cussing Sir Ael and Sienne for their damn High bread ales, but soon it started to become clear this was not a normal hang over. As Cutter cracked an eye open he heard the very much unwelcome voice from his past, He waited for the Dread to finish his little speal. Then answered with Blah Blah Blah Blah. As he stood up and dusted the dirt and hay off himself, Cutter took a quick stock of himself. Ok Jackass, I don't know where you got this knockoff elf body or how you managed to get me in it, or for that matter I don't even know where I am. But it sure would be nice if you stopped messing with me.