Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24380633-20140203214040/@comment-2165692-20140207010334

(Wait, are you playing the Kaniros couple?)

"Why should I go? Why can't Naritin go?" Naerion asks angrily.

"Well you need to preserve the wine..." Naritin says.

"What the F*** do you mean?"

"If we were food, I would be a fine summer wine, that would be divine anytime."

"And me?"

"Every good wine needs a cracker."

(I know, I didn't make that one up myself.)

Naerion clenches his fist and walks out, he puts on his battle gear, that the Nelthars finest blacksmith had made: Igor Skyhammer.