Jitter yawned, not because he was bored, but dog gone tired.
[color=Khaki]"Hells bells, no rest for the wicked, no money either."[/color]
The halfling stood up, and dropped down to the floor safely.
[color=Khaki]"If y'all decide to grow a pair, come find me, and we'll make some real money, killing a giant."[/color]
[color=Khaki]"But, i aint going ona wild goose chase for soemthing called a Chwinga, which I still say it not real."[/color]
The halfling walked back over to the fireplace, to warm himself up, before heading out in the cold.
[color=Khaki]"Crazy talk, damn knucklehead trout! It's all yer damn fault!"[/color]
[color=Khaki]" I could be in a nice warm city with the richest of the rich, but no...I am here, in this horrible cold town with no money, and no marks."[/color]