02-06-2009, 07:22 AM
A bedroom door upstairs slams open and the ceiling beams creak as a massive figure steps onto the landing. Comming down the stairs wrapped in a huge, fur blanket, Z walks over to the bar and slams a gold coin on the table.
"Give me a decantar of your best win, and a mug of stout ale."
Taking the mug in a huge hand, he tilts it back and drains it in one quaff before taking the decantar and heading back upstairs. A low growl and a giggle can be heard before the door slams back shut.
"Give me a decantar of your best win, and a mug of stout ale."
Taking the mug in a huge hand, he tilts it back and drains it in one quaff before taking the decantar and heading back upstairs. A low growl and a giggle can be heard before the door slams back shut.
You can run....but you'll just die tired.
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