[RPG][ATA][Eston] Impromtu festivities

[Vincent Plouffe]

"I tell ya, Quinshy, it was damnably nysh of thoje lads to leave us a keg 
o'elfin ale to get tings shtarted wiff!"

Quincy watched his lord stagger to and fro, turn a few circles, and then 
start wandering in the general direction of the camp again.

"They didn't leave it for you, milord.  The Bobs brained them, as per your 
orders and stole supplies from soldiers of our own realm!  When the Arch 
Priest hears of this, you'll end up in the dungeons, or thrown over the 
walls into Balad Falas with a note attached to your foot that reads 'you can 
have him!'"

"Yeah."  Sarigan paused.  Actually, his brain had just momentarily stalled 
and took a moment to regain momentum.

"T'waj a good braining though.  They never shaw us coming."

"They saw us coming, milord.  They nearly keeled over just trying to ask you 
why your armor reeks of dead fish and why your men have elderberry bushes 
strapped all over their armor, making such a racket that even the dead know 
they're coming!"

"Shwas a dishtraction!  Worked perfuctly!   They ought to make me a 
marshupial or shomething!  Us hero-typesh are great at thish shtrategy 
shtuff."

Quincy just hung his head.  It was impossible to reason with Sarigan when he 
was sober.  How he'd even considered the attempt during a booze-up was 
unfathomable.

"Come on Quinsh!  I think I hear shinging over by the Bob-bushes.  Let'sh go 
give'em a roushing round o'rapturous...uh... what else shtarts with 'R' that 
would work there?"

"Rukus, milord.  I dare say you're causing quite enough already."

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