ahayford
First Post
Despite Quigly's best effort, the wind seems to render the guards' conversation into nothing but incoherent mumbling. Hopefully, the wind works both ways, helping to shield the newly freed prisoners' conversation from the ears of the guardsmen.
The ogre looks around for a moment for the source of Zelda's speech before realizing the creature he took to be a human child was the speaker.
You? A shaman? Don't take Grumblejack for a fool. I'm smarter then I look. Even week as I am, I could break you like a doll.
Grumblejack's squinting eye turns to the half-orc.
Grumblejack will slay as many guardsmen as he can get his hands on. I will die fighting with crushed human bodies piled around me. Every guardsmen in this stone prison will taste my vengeance. I care little for the plans of little 'uns like you.
The ogre looks around for a moment for the source of Zelda's speech before realizing the creature he took to be a human child was the speaker.
You? A shaman? Don't take Grumblejack for a fool. I'm smarter then I look. Even week as I am, I could break you like a doll.
Grumblejack's squinting eye turns to the half-orc.
Grumblejack will slay as many guardsmen as he can get his hands on. I will die fighting with crushed human bodies piled around me. Every guardsmen in this stone prison will taste my vengeance. I care little for the plans of little 'uns like you.