03-26-2024, 12:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2024, 01:05 AM by Benji Copperclaw.)
I knows squat about this Red Mage, but I knows the start of a hero's tale when I smells one! Benji looked down at the soles of his feet and grimaced. Smelling something else too. Maybe we leave Horse-shit Mountain first and continue introductions elsewhere yeah? The munchkin lizard pulled a rather large jug of wine out of his pouch, one that could not have feasibly fit in there without some massive bulging, and waved it enticingly before stowing it again. Benji's got the booze, if you gots the thirst.