Talk:War Discussion/@comment-24965182-20140610135630/@comment-24936012-20140610150005

(Im going to come in randomly, if you don't mind)

A flock of harpies scatter into the air as a huge splash can be heard from a short distance. A figure crawls out of a nearby pond, then gets up and scowls.On his right wrist, he wears a silver ring with a circular blue jem on it.

"Seriously! The third time! THIRD! Why does every harpy in this village think that every tree they see is theirs? Birdbrained, that's what they are..." he grumbles as he picks a leech off of his forhead.

Then he notices the few in front of him and exclaims with a smile "Why hello there good sirs, what day is it today?