Did that drunken friend of mine Guzzlegut just call me a "fancy lad"?
I fail to see what is fancy about wearin a purple cloak and white slippers and climbin trees to scout. Oh, and being the only one in our group with the intelligence to actually carry a conversation without grunting, eh Guzz?
Anyway, good to see ya mate!
*raises a glass of fine elven...er dwarven ale to Guzzlegut