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Anywayz, I picked up that stinky drow by the hair 'n tossed him into the corner. Then I got meself a mug o' Darkbrew. 'N I had a vision.
My brother was fightin' another weird guy. This one was clevererder than the boh of us together 'n he had as many weapons as Leo 'n I. Well, as many as we have in our hands at the same time o'course. 'Cept that Leo hadn't got no hands. But anyway, he was choppin' up my brother.
Well, with that the vision ended. 'N I got me twin axes and went to find me lil' broth'r, all covered in mud 'n feathers I was.
An' whaddaya know, the man with his curly swords was there too. That's really girly, to have curls in yer sword. Swords are girlishly, but curled swords is even worse. 'N he 'ad three of 'em, too.
So I steps up to him an' spit on 'im good. Then I said "Hey, you girly! Noone messes with my brotha but me. Go chop up some butt'r, if ye thinks yer strong enough." Har har. Those were the days. Pissed 'im off real good, it did.
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