Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-28358106-20160625202214

(Hound)  An ancient, cracked voice screeches something from the backroom in an unrecognizable accent.

The Dwarf turns. "SHUT IT, PA, AH GOT A COOSTOMER AH'M DEELIN' WITH!" She turns, the smile returning. "Sorry boot tha', boyo.  Me Pa's a li'lle daft in th' heed.  He's'n four hunnert n' ninety yeers oold. Noo, ah'd be happeh t' exchange yer marks, but ah oonly ask ye buy somethin' in exchange fer mah trooble.  How aboot it?"