Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160723005405/@comment-13615389-20160723211618

Ganlas was having an altercation with an old woman who took the last strawberry tart. It was a long and grueling argument, many insults were hurled back and forth and in conclusion, Ganlas suggested that the woman stick the tart in a rather rude location before swaggering over to the dance floor. He posed briefly, leaning on his eaglehead bejeweled cane before realizing that most of the dancing was being done by couple.

"Dance!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, as if expecting women to flock to him. When none did, he felt the need to explain himself in further detail. "I need a dance partner!"