Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20181003033252/@comment-25808351-20181022022025

Marcus pops the cork on the bottle and takes a deep dig of it’s contents. The Wardog is so confident in his resilience to all manner of foreign bodies that he swigs without hesitation. With several gulps of the unknown Demon Lord’s choice liquor downed, Marcus “AHHHHHHHS” with satisfaction.

“Not bad, boy-o. Not bad at all. What ya call this shit?” Marcus raises the bottle the unknown Lord.