Voda Vosa
First Post
[sblock=Dwarven]"Ye sure Braddock? I was hopin' to venture out with ya, kill some thin's, take their stuff, make fun of it, ye know, the usual! But if it's yer will brother, I'll go with those thin's. But just because ye ask me and the lass's charmin'. I'll see ye here in a few days then? I'll have some stories fer ye, that's fer damn sure!"[/sblock] says Muzdum, stands up, hangs the pelt of some slain grey furred animal on his shoulders and takes his pack. He offers a hand, a hug and a laugh to Braddock before walking over to the assembled group.
"Well, I'm 'ere to protect di girl, no trust ye pointy ears to do anythin' right besides speaking farts." Muzdum states, but his cheerful fat face can't be taken seriously. "Hope ye can take a hit softy." he says to Grys and delivers a solid pat con the shoulders. Or as high as he can get.
"Well, I'm 'ere to protect di girl, no trust ye pointy ears to do anythin' right besides speaking farts." Muzdum states, but his cheerful fat face can't be taken seriously. "Hope ye can take a hit softy." he says to Grys and delivers a solid pat con the shoulders. Or as high as he can get.