Spriggel stares morosely into her beer as she swings her feet back and forth over the edge of the table in the Blue Recluse tavern where she is temporarily drowning her sorrows.
"Why? Why do they hate me? I was just trying to form up an all-gnome-all-the-time Frogball team and they practically ran me out of Old and New Tinkertowns. Who knew there was such resentment for such a silly game? I MEAN it's JUTSH a game. Gnomesh like gamesh.: *hiccup*
She takes another swig of her beer, spilling half into the little (but growing) pool of beer that has formed around her backside and legs.
"Maybe I should try signing up for another team instead," she mumbles as she slowly lies back into the puddle and begins snoring on the tabletop.
"Why? Why do they hate me? I was just trying to form up an all-gnome-all-the-time Frogball team and they practically ran me out of Old and New Tinkertowns. Who knew there was such resentment for such a silly game? I MEAN it's JUTSH a game. Gnomesh like gamesh.: *hiccup*
She takes another swig of her beer, spilling half into the little (but growing) pool of beer that has formed around her backside and legs.
"Maybe I should try signing up for another team instead," she mumbles as she slowly lies back into the puddle and begins snoring on the tabletop.