Post by Talus on Apr 3, 2005 0:07:50 GMT -5
The morning after some stormy days you see a man in rags standing on the end of the Isinhold docks. You see him yell out to the water.
"GAR!! Foul wench you may have taken thar Azure Maiden from me, but I have escaped yer foul bosom!"
He turns and looks at you a sorry sight soaked to the bone and with barely a stitch on him.
"Heave to thar matey, where might I find a cup o' thunder about?"
you point him toward the Regal.
"thank ye bucko"
He stomps off with barely a look around and heedless to the fact he has almost nothing on.
"GAR!! Foul wench you may have taken thar Azure Maiden from me, but I have escaped yer foul bosom!"
He turns and looks at you a sorry sight soaked to the bone and with barely a stitch on him.
"Heave to thar matey, where might I find a cup o' thunder about?"
you point him toward the Regal.
"thank ye bucko"
He stomps off with barely a look around and heedless to the fact he has almost nothing on.