[center][color=6ecff6][h3]G A B R I E L[/h3][/color][/center]

Gabriel had untied the straps holding the sleeping roll in place from his backpack and set to unrolling it, rubbing his temples as the bugbear grew more and more frustrated. 

As the half-elf listened to Brutrumukk berate the party, Gabriel gritted his teeth his head pounding wishing he had a bottle of whisky to calm his nerves.

[color=6ecff6]"You're one to talk!"[/color] he snapped back angrily a tinge of an accent in his voice [color=6ecff6]"Ya bloody well followed too, the god damn mirror pulled some of us in!"[/color] he pointed to the spot they appeared from [color=6ecff6]"Like fuck'n hell ya couldn't have just left! It isn't our fault we left in a rush, those old farts likely didn't want to let us stay."[/color] he said meaning the two Misters.