Piratecat
Sesquipedalian
The dungeon is quiet. A suit of armor sits on the edge of a pit smoking a cigarette as a makeup artist puts the finishing touches of dust and grime on his armor. "What I don't get," he says in a gravelly voice as he exhales smoke through the visor," is why we..."
He's interrupted by a gnome in red robes bustling down the corridor. "Places, everyone, places! We've gotten funding from Fiery Dragon and we're back on again. The WotC iconics are on their way in right now. Jake, put out that cigarette; only the flaming sphere can smoke in here. Now, if everyone would please take their places....? Oh, and get rid of that annoying bleating whiny unicorn! Props sent it over here as a joke."
He's interrupted by a gnome in red robes bustling down the corridor. "Places, everyone, places! We've gotten funding from Fiery Dragon and we're back on again. The WotC iconics are on their way in right now. Jake, put out that cigarette; only the flaming sphere can smoke in here. Now, if everyone would please take their places....? Oh, and get rid of that annoying bleating whiny unicorn! Props sent it over here as a joke."