Post by appleseedy on Jan 13, 2018 3:38:45 GMT -5
*stomp stomp stomp go the heavy nail studded pitted dirty boots of the cornucopia company's hired guard, he mutters darkly peering into the windows of the building from time to time. The dwarf wears rusting brownish armour that may once have been black, possibly... he wears a ragged dirty cloak smelling of decaying swamp matter, an unwholesome air of decay and neglect seem to follow in his steps*
"ah bugger this, be like waiting for sheep ta fondle da wolf" *he mutters again pulling his hood down low he stomps off towards the gates arriving at the roaring griffon some time later.*
*As he pushes open the door revealing himself to the crowds within the professional smiles of the girls all but fade to nothing, he smirks staring at one or two of his favourites before stomping over the the bar*
"nah nah dunnae pester me about dem sluts, its P_procks who oim loookin fer, ye know him? -Procks- of marsemebr *he repeats in an agitated gravelly tone* "leave words i wants to see im den *throws down a pouch with more coins than any such message should warrant and stomps of too a table with a bottle of cheap spirits, he stares into a Onyx clasp holding his ratty cloak together seemingly fascinated by the reflections he sees there, the bottle of spirits forgotten*
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"ah bugger this, be like waiting for sheep ta fondle da wolf" *he mutters again pulling his hood down low he stomps off towards the gates arriving at the roaring griffon some time later.*
*As he pushes open the door revealing himself to the crowds within the professional smiles of the girls all but fade to nothing, he smirks staring at one or two of his favourites before stomping over the the bar*
"nah nah dunnae pester me about dem sluts, its P_procks who oim loookin fer, ye know him? -Procks- of marsemebr *he repeats in an agitated gravelly tone* "leave words i wants to see im den *throws down a pouch with more coins than any such message should warrant and stomps of too a table with a bottle of cheap spirits, he stares into a Onyx clasp holding his ratty cloak together seemingly fascinated by the reflections he sees there, the bottle of spirits forgotten*
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