(Shamad, your explosion is noted)
Meanwhile, Faythiel had gone looking for the bartender. He was upstairs in his private quarters, snoring away. There was an ancient bottle of some awful-looking stuff tucked under his arm.
Meanwhile, Faythiel had gone looking for the bartender. He was upstairs in his private quarters, snoring away. There was an ancient bottle of some awful-looking stuff tucked under his arm.
Gavriel Venitiago