"That actually was sort of pretty, wasn't it," Papolstaanas agrees, referring to Sir Exsixten's toast. "I'll drink to that as well." He drains the remainder of his bowl and pours himself and Rolf another round. "Although, speaking just for myself, I don't think I'll be doing any more sellswording. Is that right? Sellswording? It sounds weird. Sword-selling? No, wait, that would mean actually selling swords, wouldn't it. Which I don't want to do either." He takes a gulp of brandy and laughs a little, mumbling, "Mother will be furious. Well, too bad, I guess, because I just can't do it."Rolf accepts Papolstaana's offering and nods somberly at Exsixten's toast.
"Metal brother, I know not what ye said, but 'twas one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard." He shakes his head slowly....then bursts into raucous laughter. "I'll drink to that!"
The kobold's eyes pop open a bit wider. "Do you suppose that's what the big fight is about?"Kaeysari looks at Ironheart and listens to what he says. "I was right," she mumbles to Papolstaanas. "They did open up the lunatic asylum."
The kobold's eyes pop open a bit wider. "Do you suppose that's what the big fight is about?"
"I'm a kobold," says Papolstaanas. He gestures at Sharpe with his sword. "And he's a brandy-stealing villain!"EX-GHOST LIZARD PAPO, HOW DO YOU CLASSIFY YOURSELF?
I see the my Tree Men OF DEATH have arrived! I am the lord and master of this domain, not the iron insanity! You will serve me and remember it well! Sharpe says spotting Ironheart and grabbing some the brandy bottle.
DRAGON! WHAT DRAGON?
"I'm a kobold," says Papolstaanas. He gestures at Sharpe with his sword. "And he's a brandy-stealing villain!"