Well it seems that all manner of a ruckus has started over Jer and me. I can't keep track of who wants to fight who and who wants to kill who although it seems that all manner of ire has been directed in my general direction. What would mother McSwagger say 'bout her poor little boy if she could see him now?
At any rate, I prefer to stay out of such large battles as they tend to cramp me style. So here's what I propose, all of ye go ahead and fight it out. If ye want to fight for me, go ahead, if ye want to fight against me, go ahead. I'll be at the bar.
And for the record, I'm not a drunk they call a thief. I'm a thief who just happens to be drunk most of the time. From what I've seen here, most of you could use some mead to lighten up anyway.
Drink up.
-Tipsy
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