A Pre-Battle Conversation

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...