You walk into the tavern, which is full of activity with all kinds of humans, beastmen, goblins, elves, dwares, you name it. As you walk, Terro, who is eating a chicken bacon melt, leans back in her chair and grabs you by your arm. Nope! You're talking to me today, stranger! she then throws you (literally) onto the chair in front of her, landing you with your feet in the air, and head on the seat Oops! He he! Im sorry!
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