Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160719201253

Hound pushes his way into the Tavern. Like so many other places it's crammed with people trying to get out of the weather and provide themselves with a little normalcy, but in this case, in the back, a group of Centaurs and their Knight husbands are engaged in a spirited, but friendly (for now) argument, probably enhanced by the alcohol. They're all in full kit and appear to be awaiting dispatch.

"Gimme a good pickaxe any day," says one female Dwarf, "and I can hew you a path through whatever you like."

"Whatever you say, short round.  We don't need hand tools to go through anything.  We just go. We can pull you in a wagon if you want to keep up." The Centaurs and Knights snicker.