If there's one thing I like about the Roegadyn in Ul'dah, it's my ability to pronounce their names. Tall Oak. Red Boar. Blustering Oaf. That last one isn't an actual name, I don't think, but you get the idea. Still, I love the Sea Wolves. Sure, they can be... bold. And loud. And occasionally brutish. But they're endearing, right? And generally helpful in a pinch.
This one in particular came in at just the right moment. I try to pick my fights well, meaning one-on-one and heavily leaning in my favor. Sometimes plans just kind of get thrown to the wind. Those times it's always nice to have some vibrant-haired giant of a woman to come barrel through the mongrels trying to pin you down and rip your face off with their yellow teeth.
Also, their breath... the dogs, not the woman. Her breath is fine. I assume. Not that I know.
Shut up, me.
This one in particular came in at just the right moment. I try to pick my fights well, meaning one-on-one and heavily leaning in my favor. Sometimes plans just kind of get thrown to the wind. Those times it's always nice to have some vibrant-haired giant of a woman to come barrel through the mongrels trying to pin you down and rip your face off with their yellow teeth.
Also, their breath... the dogs, not the woman. Her breath is fine. I assume. Not that I know.
Shut up, me.
