"What's all that noise out there?" Mira asked.
Gentyl sighed, squeezed a fresh wedge of lemon into her tea and looked around the guild office, noting the painting of Traveler was tilted. Well, maybe it wasn't. The artist probably painted her warhorse while he was drunk and leaning against a tree again. She studied the papers on her desk, hoping the argument would die down if she just ignored it.
"How ya like yer eggs?" screamed Rinhold. "I like mine scrambled!"
Gods the mad paladin was about to get out his frying pans of doom and clobber the old man. "The noise is the Commander and Rin arguing about ale again," Gentyl said and got up from her chair to try and break up the fight.
"Scrambled?" Turncutt cried. "I'll show you scrambled." He drew back his tankard and swung at the paladin who was threatening him with a frying pan.
So, the man Gentyl loved dearly because he taught her to kill in the morning and read her poetry at night was about to get his brains bashed in with a frying pan over which ale was best?
"Gentlemen--"
CLANG
It was too late. The fight was on. Rinhold swung one of his frying pans at Turncutt who blocked it with his tankard.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tds9Es4X5qE&feature=player_embedded
Gentyl sighed, squeezed a fresh wedge of lemon into her tea and looked around the guild office, noting the painting of Traveler was tilted. Well, maybe it wasn't. The artist probably painted her warhorse while he was drunk and leaning against a tree again. She studied the papers on her desk, hoping the argument would die down if she just ignored it.
"How ya like yer eggs?" screamed Rinhold. "I like mine scrambled!"
Gods the mad paladin was about to get out his frying pans of doom and clobber the old man. "The noise is the Commander and Rin arguing about ale again," Gentyl said and got up from her chair to try and break up the fight.
"Scrambled?" Turncutt cried. "I'll show you scrambled." He drew back his tankard and swung at the paladin who was threatening him with a frying pan.
So, the man Gentyl loved dearly because he taught her to kill in the morning and read her poetry at night was about to get his brains bashed in with a frying pan over which ale was best?
"Gentlemen--"
CLANG
It was too late. The fight was on. Rinhold swung one of his frying pans at Turncutt who blocked it with his tankard.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tds9Es4X5qE&feature=player_embedded
Edited by Gentyl on 10/7/2011 10:04 AM PDT
