O smelliest of the stench-ridden ones. I went to give response to the Mac tribe, but alas, Thraeryn must have showed up after Buttcrust and killed the women left behind except for one woman left barely breathing underneath the pile of bleeding corpses. She was beautiful, even in her injury, so I cleaned hear up and brought her to camp for your inspection. She is very spirited and a sight to behold, says her name is Jolene.
PS - Buttcrust, I had made arrangement for a glorious Viking funeral had the negotiations for your orbs not gone well.
Last edited by Pheatius; 09-12-2003 at 01:32 PM..
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