Insight
Adventurer
"Aye, tis a popular place... Krunk's that is, not the prison." Michelle grinned - Of course she'd never been there, but not for lack of the guards trying.
"Though now ya've gone and got a girl curious as to what had ya in there in the first place, Nasty little hole like that.." She sets down her second cup and raises her eyebrows expectantly
Gloomblade finished his whiskey and tapped the bar counter twice, indicating to Sessie that he'd like to have another.
"Funny thing is," the Half-Orc replied. "I don't 'zactly know."
He extended a hand. "Name's Gloomblade. I know, I know. Sounds like some sorta warrior-poet who's had too much white wine and finds 'imself dancin' atop a church spire..." He paused, wondering if the metaphor would sink in.
"I woke up in Sub Saan Prison, nothin' on me but my birthday suit," he continued. "The boys, they gave me this Gloomblade name, as well as the multitude of cuts and scars yerr eyes're tracin' all over my face an' neck right about now."