by Tordek » July 10th, 2006, 12:51 am
"What kind of brigand do you take me for?! I'm an upstanding gentleman - though if you want illegal poker, just check the back rooms. Though I'm warning you, they play with seven aces back there..."
Tordek then enters into a merry tune, whistling with joy. He stands, his feet begin to shuffle, forming the steps of a jig. Rapture is soon spun accross his face, his body and feet picking up to the rhythym as people begin to turn their heads, and cheer and clap along.
Hoping up onto a table after clicking his feet, he swipes a flagon of mead, and slurps it down, making his way down the table top.
With a smile and a laugh, pausing for breath, he speaks back to Frenzie:
"On second thought - I just might!"