| * The cleric in rags appears to consider the proposition of having a bar tab. Obviously the serving wench is unaware of the vow of extreme poverty that his order undertakes, and the sad fact the provision of bunnies to numerous members of the community has already left him utterly bankrupt. Still, unless the enforcement options are particularily vicious... *
Barkeep! I'll have a pint of Brandy and drinks for all!
*Indicates the assembled throng.*
Can someone please stop that infernal machine!?
*Attempts to block his ears, ands starts looking for a large blunt object.* - Curdis ! |