Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170124124532

An hour later, Cyndwella's chin rests on her folded arms on the table as she holds the bottle in one hand.

"I hate this place," she mumbles.

"Umm, we can go somewhere else, if you like..." Hex ventures.

"No. This place.  This city.  I hate it." Cyndwella takes a pull from the bottle. "Though it wouldn't much matter if it were a different city. All cities on this plane are rhe same sooner or later, anyway.  Little people going about their tiny lives..." she takes another pull from the bottle. "...But this one is, like, the fucking worst. A tiny wart of a city in the middle of a mountain range...full of snow and  DWARVES.  Fucking Dwarves..."

"What's wrong with Dwarves? I heard you saved a bunch of Dwarves a couple of days ago." Emily nibbles on some peanuts.

"Well I didn't want them to fucking DIE. But they're either working their tiny asses off or partying until you could grate cheese on their livers.  No in-between there.  Nothing.  But, Big Daddy only has one Dwarf wife, so I guess that means they all die happy.  Assholes." She takes another pull.

"How many wives does your husband have?" Emily leans forward.

"Heh. Hehehe...that's the thing, innit?" Cyndwella grins. "Thousands. Explains my experience in the sack, doesn't it?"

"I'll say," Hex nods, wide-eyed.