"But M'lady, I was just guarding the bar in case a rogue dragon was to develop a dry throat. One knows how much a dragon
can drink. Guarding the the Lady Spooky's posterior is just an added duty that I am willing to perform, he said with a leering
smile.
Well I guess with all the commotion it time to pull my Woody up from the rear.
Snort slams down his
bucket of Balrog Bitter and heads for the door. He reached the door at a dead run just in time to collide with an unknown
warrior entering the door backwards. This strangers entrance was probably accounted for by the large rock stuck in his chest.
The warrior gave a last gasp and died at Snorts feet.
Snort peered out the door and jerked back as another rock
hurled past the door. Another peek assured him that the rock wasnt meant for him. Outside of the tavern was chaos. Quite a
number of warriors were battling the Colossa. He hesitated for a moment and then dove into the fray.
To control
my libido is a constant battle...I need to fight no others. Seriously though, I do think about sex...a lot. Its better then
getting all worked up over some place where in the end it doesn't matter where you are its who you are with and Id rather
not lose my friends in battle, but it seems that they have it under control. If they really do need me...I'll help. I don't
even have a form though. What do you want me to do? Sex the colossa's to death. I could prolly do that. Says Spooky, she who
doesn't want to start a fight with Momsters sister or anything...but seriously...I have no other assets at the moment.
<Father
Torque turns to the bar to see that Keep is nowhere to be seen, and there's a note on the taps. >
The Note Reads:
Went to go arm the Slappy Bomb booby traps around the bar.
Serve yourself, but know that the taps won't run and the
booze won't pour unless you deposit the proper coinage in the cup below due to my "No Louts Allowed Warding Spell."
The
Management
Raistlin groans loudly, throwing back his head in despair. "Oh man, he locked the bar up. Where did
I put my money at now?" He begins to search through his robes for his purse.
Father Torque reads the note that
Keep has left and smiles to himself. "Just like every other biker bar I've been in.", he mutters.
Depositing more than
the required amount of gold, he draws himself ale. Looking at the assortment of intoxicants he realizes he has no idea what
the lady was drinking, so he unscrews the cap on the bottle labeled Moonshine and fills a water glass near the top, then waves
a pitcher of fruit juice over the top of it. "Close enough. he says.
Then he staggers his way back to the table looking
for the comely lass.
