Re: [Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXXXVI
Garrett comes downstairs, rubbing his neck where the wound once was, glad that most of his sensory nerves are deadened to sudden signals, and stumbles across the floor to the bar.
"Zee...Cosmo...Paige...someone...that crazy chick still has my magic steins...can I get a good wake-up drink? Preferably something spicy? And some bamhacon and abyssal nuts...and a cinnabon...make that twelve...soooooo huuuungryyyy..."
Garrett almost rolls over out of his stool the second he sits in it.
"And has anyone noticed the weather outside?"
Sergeant Scrabble slowly snuck up behind the pants militia...
Commando Avvie by Savannah!