Lord_Raven88
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Hearing the sharp tone in Gruaams words, the capuchin looks at the imposing Half Orc with a look on his face that appears to be trying to be a cute animal smile, but comes across as more of an apprehensive grimace that appears to be frozen on his face.DrZombie said:"Well, unless monkey boy there starts to cleanMY HELMET , it'll be monkey stewed in it's own juice for me, I reckon" Gruaams says, smiling evilly 'round his cigar.
Struggling to carry on bathing with a feigned nonchalance, the capuchin continues to clean himself vigorously under the watchful eye of Gruaam. As he continue to bath, water slops over the side and thru the holes of the helm. Washing away all sign of his nervous bladders emission.
Drying himself the capuchin tips the remaining water from the helm back into the cup, wipes up any spillage on the table and then carries the helm over to the fire to dry. Returning to the group, the nervous looking animal climbs up Gruaam chair and perches gingerly on his shoulder and begins to groom the fierce warriors hair.
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