Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27950421-20181105125557/@comment-30014014-20181105170507

A man beaten down on luck, drinking the night away. Brought to the place by his bar tender buddy, as to avoid him doing anything potentially detrimental to himself.

A mug slides to his side, golden and gleaming. His groggy eyes glance to the left, witness to layer after layer of plummage. Angelic plummages.

"You look as down as a man who is have scrapping the bottom of hel" her voice bounces, permeating confidence as she utters the next "Come with me, then, and I shall make you experience Vahalla"

The man looks at the warrior-maiden, soon lifting a mug different to her. His words tinge "I'm already in heaven, darling".