Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-24696651-20170129164010

Gwyneth had been quite content to quietly eat her meal on Vaynnelea's table, but Tarshal's poor singing really frustrated her; the pitching was as a melodic as a bird's vocal cords being ripped out, the rhythm sounded like a limp donkey trotting to a glue factory, and the lyrics' enunciation was completely mangled. She decided to learn a silence spell at some point, but in the meantime, she had to listen to this drunkard's shouts. She headed to the bar and bought a bottle of mead, somewhat stronger than her previous ale, and returned to her table, taking the corks from her two drinks and ramming them into her ears.