Originally Posted by
SirCatBeard
Freya bounds into the crawlspace and Terrach follows, with a little more difficulty than his friend. As they emerge, Terrach glances around the room. "That's some bag you got, it eats your arm and spits out a flask, what a trade." Terrach mutters as he accepts the flask and takes a cautions sniff and sip; after all, you can learn a lot about a person from the choice of drink. "But I thought you said your name was Laurel. How do you get to 'A.H.' from that?"