01.Mar.12, 09:47 AM
Well, she wasn't punching him away, and that was fabulous for Far! Of course, she was also swaying. It was rather like a leaf on the gentle Pernese wind, dancing in the- ooo. He burped, right next to her ear. "Sorry." he told her, unapologetic. "We can probably get some of the swill they make here for pretty cheap. It's enough to get drunk off of, anyway. Have you ever had any?" He'd drunk plenty Katilan everything over the last three turns to know- it was effective at what it was supposed to do. So long as part of what it was supposed to do did not involve tasting good.
For a beastcrafter, he sure did have a fancy palate, he noted to himself. It probably came from having a Master Vintner for a father- expensive taste in alcohol was developed fairly on. "And please call me Far. I hate my full name. My mother had delusions for me. My father thought it was a terrible name. Then she died, and almost no one by myself called me by my-" he paused, burping again. "My full name. Sorry."
Why was she spinning? It was making him feel awful funny. "What are you doing?"
For a beastcrafter, he sure did have a fancy palate, he noted to himself. It probably came from having a Master Vintner for a father- expensive taste in alcohol was developed fairly on. "And please call me Far. I hate my full name. My mother had delusions for me. My father thought it was a terrible name. Then she died, and almost no one by myself called me by my-" he paused, burping again. "My full name. Sorry."
Why was she spinning? It was making him feel awful funny. "What are you doing?"