Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-25588187-20150606233931

(Your experienced, lethal, and all around physically and mentally fit battlemage is no match for my pathetic, poor, inexperienced wine dealer who is somehow older than him!)

"Demesi, 20 more tankards, now!" shouted Metella from atop the cellar steps. "The guests are arriving, the alcohol will go down quicker than a fat orc off the top of the White-Gold, now start filling!"

Demesi quickly began filling tankards again, handing them to Akhir, the serving boy from Anvil. ''All the guests are probably grumbling and moaning about their very prescence here, at least they don't have to work, at least they can get natural light! ''He thought to himself bitterly. "Akhir, don't take more than 10, you'll drop them like last time. Piece by piece, otherwi- I know Metella, stop hassling me!"