Snipehunt
First Post
Llolian swigs the Naked Eye and sputters, barely missing Troi and Zoe. He blows out a deep breath, then takes a small sip.
"Ah. That's better," he says. "Very good, thanks, Tiggle. You are my bartender extrordinaire."
Hmm, why do my clothes feel itchy all of a sudden?
Turning to Zoe, the elf says, "I know just what you mean. It's like flying, this freedom, finally doing whatever you want, but lords, it's hard to figure out what to do."
Llolian's breath catches in his throat, and he takes another sip of the Naked Eye.
"Ah. That's better," he says. "Very good, thanks, Tiggle. You are my bartender extrordinaire."
Hmm, why do my clothes feel itchy all of a sudden?
Turning to Zoe, the elf says, "I know just what you mean. It's like flying, this freedom, finally doing whatever you want, but lords, it's hard to figure out what to do."
Llolian's breath catches in his throat, and he takes another sip of the Naked Eye.