"Let me show you the inn!" I said to JVB. I quickly checked Meatloaf was where I'd left him. He was, chewing on something. I'd swear that pig would eat 2-week old orc vomit.
"Now you're talking!" JVB smiled. "Here's your gold by the way."
"Don't worry about it." I grinned. "I've got plenty, just buy me a beer."
"Do you think Viper will be here soon?" I asked.
"He was working on his disguise, trying to make himself look less handsome." JVB replied.

We entered the inn. The barmaid gave a brief smile. "Oh yer'e back are ya?"
"Indeed madam, a round for me and my companion if you will." I repled, closing JVB's open mouth with my hand.
"Wow, she's...."
"Indeed. You ever wonder how such a buxom beauty ended up here? Strange if you ask me..."
"Maybe she's down on her luck"
"We'll see.."

Two massive jugs were plopped on the counter.(of ale)
"Cheers!" I said, "and don't be getting drunk and bragging about yerself young lad!"


" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin