Post by ST Alex on Sept 15, 2010 16:54:07 GMT -8
A completely waterlogged rat of a man stalks in and drips all over as he’s brought mead…
“What happened, ‘Lomo?”
“What happened?! I’m ruined, that’s what happened! God has cursed us all, this is only the beginning, the Final Days are here!”
“’Lomo, please, lower your voice. Sit down, you’re splashing that other stronso. Did you fall into the canal or something?”
Giralomo slumps in his seat, glares at his companion, and downs more mead.
“That was on a dare, damn you! And no! This monster wave came out of nowhere and flooded the shop!”
“Sure, ‘Lomo, sure. You must’ve broken your damn water barrel again.”
“I did not! I’m telling you, the water’s been acting all weird lately! Madame Dufresne found an octopus in her attic yesterday! Some damn thing made the Grand Canal run only north to south for two nights! Weird stuff, I’m telling you!”
“’Lomo, I’m not a sailor, I don’t know what you’re talking about. How ‘bout we go to Maverick’s? There’s some people there you should talk to.”
And Helena Mohiam, under a black cloak and hood, leads the drunken Giralomo out of the tavern.