Nope, I tink dat be me!

BWAHAHAHAHAHA

*Stares at the minotaur confused for a minute and then shrugs*

Aye, sure I join ya. Although I just be warnin' ya. A dwarfs' stomach is stronger than most so if ye be plannin' on poisonin' me ye better come up wit a different plan. Wun't work to well on me...

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Dinnin say ye did, *He says with a shrug*

But what's done be done! Ye can't change what ye are, and I can't change what I be meant ta do. Blame whoever ye like fer the misfortune but it don't change who we are.

*Looks around the room to see who he could be talking to?*

Who? Me?... Seriously?...

*Talks while he is gulping down the brew*

It ain't jus vampires. It any undead, unnatural creature. I be hatin skeletons, zombies, vampires, liches... All of em. Feedin' on da living ta keep em alive. Plagues on da world!

Ummm I don't think you hit a nerve with him. Look at who it was that posted that. It was a Christian. You know one of those people who are supposed to be the enemies of those people. That means that even other Christians are throwing your nonsense back at you.

And are you honestly saying that all athiests, agnostics, pagans, wiccans, panthiests, are liars and thieves?

You are truly messed up in the head. You need to do some religious research before you come back to these forums

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! Never met a drink I can't handle. Ye keep pourin' em, I'll keep drinkin' em

*Tihalan laughs*

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! If he were part vampire, he'd be part dead! I dun't care who he be!

*Laughs a bit*

Afraid not, just disgusted by garlic. vile vile stuff

*Rathil waves his hands*

No thank you. Garlic and I do not get along at all. The smell is vile and the taste even worse.

*Tihalan pops up as he hears the word brew. He bounces over to the bar as fast as he can and climbs up on the stool.*

What a silly questin ta ask! I'm a dwarf! Of course I be wantin' a brew!

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

I would get it for you but I would prefer not to go back there with your dinner so feel free to pour it yourself.

*Rathil laughs*

Apparantly you don't know much about dwarfs... They never shut up... ever...


(Tihalan)

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ye are gunna hav ta do better den dat if ye be wantin' to hurt me feelins'

Keep on laughin' Lass!! we be seein' who be laughin' last!

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

*Rathil shrugs and nods and walks to the table farthest from the bar. As long as there is a place in the inn where I don't have to smell it. Disgusting stuff that is.*

*Rathil sniffs a few more times as a nasty smell is still lingering in the air. He looks back to the dwarf*

Were you burning it too?

*Tihalan just turns and points to the drow*

He be da one who burned it. I was gunna eat it

*Rathil just looks disgusted*

*Rathil walks over to the dwarf and holds his hand outstretched. The dwarf pulls the bag into him and holds it close to his chest*

No, ye can't have it. It's mine!!

*Rathil continues to hold his hand out.*

You can have them back outside the inn. The smell makes me sick to my stomach.

*The dwarf lowers his head and hands the bag over to Rathil. Rathil pulls open a bag at his waste and drops the dwarfs whole bag into his. It vanishes inside like it was never there.*

*Tihalan starts grumbling under his breath and kicks a chair as he goes to the bar to get a drink*

Good fer ye! But dey be talkin' about me bag!

*He holds up his bag that is bulging with garlic.*

I be havin enough here to keep this inn vampire clean fer months!

*The door to the inn opens again and Rathil walks inside. He crinkles his nose a little bit as he smells the garlic. He looks to Tihalan and sighs.*

Didn't I tell you to keep that nasty stuff out of this inn? Do you know how hard it is to get the smell of garlic out once it sets into the wood?

*Tihalan looks at the elf*

An' Dinnin I tell ye ta let me just bash in da vampires heads an let me be done wit it? I be keepin' dis inn safe. Not letting rampant undead run aboot de town.

((Playing two characters right now. Try to bare with me))

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Ye can try to take me bag but ye be losing a hand in the process. I gave ye that garlic before to do with as ye pleased. If ye wanna open yerself up to be a blood donor ye ain't bothering me much.