Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Entering behind his loud companion Menno adds in the voice that easily carries over the room:
"And give everyone one drink on me, hobgoblins are mourning their losses as we count our gains."
He grins at the other party and sits down.
"Of course you may, what kind of heroes refuse fine company. What will you have?"
"And give everyone one drink on me, hobgoblins are mourning their losses as we count our gains."
He grins at the other party and sits down.
"Of course you may, what kind of heroes refuse fine company. What will you have?"