Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190629005953/@comment-7262318-20190720235024

"The Grey Qu-... oh," Galmar sighed. "What happened?"

"Well, let's see... almost killed an elf with a bottle... almost got killed when he tried to do the same thing to Vordel... threatened that he'd fight every Grayskin in the slum... said he'd get his big brother to have us all arrested and hung..." Kaz listed off on his finger.

Galmar shut his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "Ysmir's Beard... drunk?"

"Drunk."

Galmar sighed, rising up from his chair. "I see... alright, let's go..."

"Go?"

"I'm going to find him and throw him and his pals into Oblivion," He hissed. "You two will back me up."