Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-31049256-20171022010609

(Flame, Jeff) The elven leader chuckles along with him, "I don't know, getting hit in the breast isn't the best..."

There is a final clap of thunder, and the last of the dwarves fall. By now, only three elves stand along with the non-elven fighters, and their fatigue is obvious. Even still they muster a cheer for their victory as the ride finally comes to a stop.

This cheer is strengthened by a clapping that draws their attention overboard, where they see others laughing, clapping and cheering for the show they likely put on.

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(Flame, Forjod) The orc nods, "Sure thang sweetie pie!"

As she moves to the cloves of garlic he hears the jingling of a bag of coins being dropped on the counter next to him, and when he looks he sees the werewolf from before.

"So you nearly ran me over for some garlic? What, you making spaghetti or something handsome?"