Grant just watches
Beth socks the man across the room. Literally.
Grant still watches
After about ten minutes, everyone is either knocked or fleeing.
Oh vello. Velcome to vee fight of the club.
G: …what
20 chars.
Beth smiles and raises her hands.
Welcome to Angelville.
G: not this again…
Beth smiles.
I can heaaaaarr you, you know.
She points to her nogon and laughs.
G: And more mind readers… nice.
MORE? You know of any others?
G: I’ve encountered some mind readers before
You must be experienced in adventures.
G: You could say I’m homeless
Beth takes a swing.
Oh, I knoooow how that feels
takes a swing at who
Beer. Takes a swing of beer.
Dammit be more specific will ya?
=>
So, now that I am drunk and just beat the shit out of people
Let us do that talk.
Like all adventurers do with their idiotic companions.
(language boi)
G: what?
The talk where we tell each other about ourselves.
(I’m sure “shit” counts as minor swearing.)