Mabdebereth

"I am from Grim Reach. It is a terrible place only the mad would find endearing. I would prefer not to speak of it further." Mabdebereth snorts at the end, remembering the vile things that went on at the keep. Visibly distraught now, she channels her anger towards the bar and its tender. "WHERE IS MY DRINK?!" She roars, slamming her foreleg down on the bar. "Pothoc, pothoc, pothoc..." she mutters afterwards.

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Idiot, moron, stupid...