Alderique Valeriant and Warren Castille go to a bar. Warren Castille gets too drunk and Alderique Valeriant has to take them home.
SCRAPE. The elezen dragged the man through the Thanalan dust. "Who the hell wears armor to a bar, anyway, hells."Â SCRAAAAAPE. The armored man in question muttered incoherently all the while, something about free paladins they were giving away somewhere, or something. "Shhhrhh, shut up man, guards comin'."
A couple of brass blades approached. "Another one of your 'dates', elezen?" Alderique retorted. "No, I've already seen your mother tonight, Thezaraka." The other blade chuckled. "This one got himself drunk. Just.." SCRAAAAAAPE. "..trying to get him home." He panted. "Either of you guys know which way that big ass rock is?"
SCRAPE. The elezen dragged the man through the Thanalan dust. "Who the hell wears armor to a bar, anyway, hells."Â SCRAAAAAPE. The armored man in question muttered incoherently all the while, something about free paladins they were giving away somewhere, or something. "Shhhrhh, shut up man, guards comin'."
A couple of brass blades approached. "Another one of your 'dates', elezen?" Alderique retorted. "No, I've already seen your mother tonight, Thezaraka." The other blade chuckled. "This one got himself drunk. Just.." SCRAAAAAAPE. "..trying to get him home." He panted. "Either of you guys know which way that big ass rock is?"