the Weaponmaster

"Because I’ve been looking forward to this day for the better part of a month, it’s one of my favorite days you know, been saving for it too!" He then places a fairly fat coinpurse on the table. "Now then, what kind of maces do you have?"

“You’re so..” finish it in my ask.

"When you begin regularly waking up from naps you didn’t mean to take."

"Sometimes I ding my head and wake up later. Does 'at count? Always on my counter, I swear. Damned thing."

She grinned mischievously. “Spooner after spooner, as a matter of fact. I was holed up in one of those dirty spooner dens but I came out when I heard someone mention elves.”

The smith sniffed. "Ain't that not supposed t'be too good for ya? An' yeah... Sorry about that. I just got a thing with elves. They worry me, make me jumpy."

"I believe you said… ‘epitome of wonder’…”

"No I didn't! Why would I say that!? Have you been doing the..." He scritched at one of his chops. "What is that crap called... Spooner."