Watching amused and interested, Rune only stood there, his aromatic buquet of mysery and malt liquor the only memory of his existence. He had been busy, drinking his cup empty just until he saw the Assimar blush. "HAR HAR HAR!" His laughter is a screaming offense to normal people's ears and nostrils.
"What? Yar a prude, me lad? Har har! We gonna loose ya yet, just you see." Turning to Borric he finally answers with amusing distaste for the human attempt at dwarven language pronunciation. "Ya be alright, but I cannae lie: ya sound more like a dead animal in me ancestors' speech. Jus' like I sound in yar's precious 'comon', lad."
His eyes drift back and it's plain to see he had been gazing at Marla since he started drinking. "Me lass, could ya get me another can on me friends tab here?" His eyes are dreamy and his face is strangely caring.
"What? Yar a prude, me lad? Har har! We gonna loose ya yet, just you see." Turning to Borric he finally answers with amusing distaste for the human attempt at dwarven language pronunciation. "Ya be alright, but I cannae lie: ya sound more like a dead animal in me ancestors' speech. Jus' like I sound in yar's precious 'comon', lad."
His eyes drift back and it's plain to see he had been gazing at Marla since he started drinking. "Me lass, could ya get me another can on me friends tab here?" His eyes are dreamy and his face is strangely caring.