*Wolfgir bursts through the doors, a grey mist of anger and flurrid motion,, bartender!!!! a keg of the strongest! He yells... or you will lay beside the previou one (donīt worry Draconia! I snapped the last one,)
Careful not to see any of his friends doing a guest apperance behind the bar, he takes the keg, splintering it with his jaws, snapping up the strong liquors, exceting the bar rushes back out, growling "Someday I will snapp all those traitorous Microsoft office workers.." Grrrr
------------------
Do electric wolves dream of electric sheep?