Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Nico
The tall man at the bar guffaws loudly at the joke of the black robed priest, slams his empty mug (most of the contents of which he's poured unobtrusively down his sleeve, which is already in such sad shape that the new ale makes no noticeable difference) and asks for a refill.
The tall man at the bar guffaws loudly at the joke of the black robed priest, slams his empty mug (most of the contents of which he's poured unobtrusively down his sleeve, which is already in such sad shape that the new ale makes no noticeable difference) and asks for a refill.