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The boundingly large Dwarf shook his head, disapprovingly,"
discussing payment afterward is
not the Dwarven way"-he winced 
his annoyed -- half displeasure liberally and spat,
while stroking his sword sized dagger.
Massaging into it; his family crest emblem 
with a frightening amount of overzealousness.

The half-naked Elf-girl looked at him as if 
she had just found a long lost playmate.
Her light colored brow  thinly arched in a double 
stamp of-agreement for her trouble.
       
(So much as things were, weeeak-ass lame)"
      best to get your sh:)t upfront, 
in case our sponsors die prematurely. 
Like a bunch of Nanceycats", she added, 
as she stroked playfully,
her own dagger,  
blood thirstily answering the appeased Dwarf. 
But with a much greater eros-accuracy, 
nay, prowess.
The Bard was pontificatingly-stoned, big surprise, 
so he replied to them both in theatrical fashion. 
" Today I watched a Raven purposely fly to
      a rooftop and land on its edge, 
not the top or the middle! The f:) ing edge!
just so it could hop hop hop to the top! 
   I regret not walking around to see if
 the smartass did the same going down 
the other side, even though she has wing!
.What I'm trying to say my friends is, 
I don't know!
But, let's go kick some Xantroxian ass 
and take payment according to what we deserve."
Which is all of it!
The Elf genuflected, as if to oblige- 
his insanity and raise him one, 
boobs bouncing clumsily as she returned back up."
 Let's get our nut on this one, she half begged, 
with another arched brow of gleaming-wet- 
imp-propriety....."Then I'm gonna bust one, the board...

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