The three rogues drank and sang the night away with the blood drying on their tunics and armour.
"A good night's work," cheered the bald barbarian, "Here's to tomorrow."
Himelilek now completely drunk, slurred, " Yeshh..hic... we will go to Ossi..sohee..hic..Ossi whats that plashe...and shteal the shillmaarill.. hic."
"Heh heh..a little too much for the elf," laughed Thorondruin.
"I say thus," said Ozracles, "We take Rimdal with us..or better yet his lovely daughter so he won't get ideas to help anyone who may be after us."
"Excellent Idea," said Thorondruin," We take his girl..ha ha!"
An ale guzzling Rimdal agreed heartily to that suggestion.
Ooc - The victors enjoy the spoils.
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IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!
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