Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-26103034-20151120193125

Azirath took another swig of his beer. It was disgusting, but it was the best there was, with the brewerys all outside of Mournhold and the trade situation terrible.

He slowly muttered some words from a song he remembered from his youth, half singing, "...throw it beneath a cart? Did you give it to a doctor to dissect apart?"

He wiped his eyes with tiredness, and shook his head, rising to leave

I'm not joking anymore girl...