The Knight sat down outside an inn, a bag of filthy silver coins landing on the cobblestone beside her. "Botched another job, and for what? To get drunk off your ass until you can't talk anymore?" Verone looked up at him but said nothing, her single eye darting back to the ground and then to the

who up ponderin' their orbs

If someone starts t'chew on me I'm gonna feckin' stab 'em thru the chin.

shoe IS a fancy word fer boot.

Oh, ye wanna learn more?

oh shite

bitches love swearin' obviously

Girl acts like she's never heard some swearin' before.

DOES THE BOOT FIT?

[turning around abruptly] THE FECK DID YE SAY T'ME?

[drinking an entire tankard of ale]

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I feel like that's some kinda insult.

Damn shite yer right there's a feckin' load o' swearin' from me and that's never gonna change.

what'd ye feckin' say Wrenners

take a feckin' wipe to yer ass and then stick yerself in the feckin' cage before ye talk t'me. If ye smell like a feckin dumpster then I'm jus' gonna toss ye inta one.

feckin scum

oh I like that one!

Ye look like ye do that a lot. Like yer face is just :D or >:) a lot.

Whazza whimsy

Hacking up a deep loogie.

YE GORTAM LOOPY-ASS SUMBICH STOLE M'EYEPATCH

ah feck me.

Oh

sunder Threads are being tied off and the endgame is beginning. The demise (or rise) of the Sundrinker will begin within the next two weeks.

>_>

If killing me would make you happy, I would ensure I was the last thing alive.

"That's feckin' metal..."

"Did a dragon shat ye out?"

Never heard that one before. Their treasure twisted 'em?

When 'm I gonna admit I'm just dilly-dallyin' 'round so I don't have to face that feckin' dragon?

Like most things in life, ye? Maybe that's why dragons are so miserable. [She dunked it down her throat, then sighed in satisfaction.]

Be careful, lest I drink the whole thing! [she held the cup out for more] 'n I can see why ye like it so much.

[Verone took the offered shot and downed it, savoring the taste as it traveled across her tongue and down her throat.] ...damn. That is good.

OHHHHH!!! What's it taste like? [Her singular eye was trained on the bottle.]

Ye drink this guy? Whiskey?

Damn he older than me...

What's a proper drink t'ye?

I BEAT YE??? WHO ARE YE CALLIN' A FECKIN' COWARD

'm no coward ye stupid cow.

I was the squire to LORD KIMMIE but I was also cursed to turn into a bigass feckin' dragon and she told me to feck off when I told her I wanted t'stop turnin' into it 'n burn down whole towns.

WELL IT DID