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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazlow" data-source="post: 2463123" data-attributes="member: 24242">"Oh, ho ho ho, a modest man, eh?  How positively chivalrous!  Hee hee hee!  Delightful.  Hm, yes, delightful."  He leans back in his chair and props his hands behind his head, red wine still dripping from his ridiculous moustaches in small rivulets that stream down the ornamental breastplate he wears.  "Ah, to be young again...  The thrill of far-off adventure!  The excitement of watching battle!  The glory of surviving a hastily beaten retreat!  Yes, those were the days...  But I digress.  Your reward!  Here."  He hops up quickly, grabbing a rolled-up parchment from his desk, luckily just in time to save it from the rain of cabernet sauvignon that erupted from his moustache as he jerked himself upright.  "Take that to Rumpchunk.  He'll know what to do."  He winks and lays one finger aside his nose - which doesn't quite have the effect that it should, seeing as how he had to stick it through the mass of facial hair to actually get to the nose.  He pulls his finger out of the sopping wet whiskers, discovers it's covered in wine, tastes it, and nods approval.  "Fine vintage, that, fine vintage.  Can I offer you some refreshment?"  He gestures towards the carafe with a smile.</blockquote>