🐺 The man was known to be a drinker, an enthusiast of the brew, one might say. Ale so sweet, all your problems floated away like a leaf in the breeze. To the Undead Ban, this would cure all his sorrows and let the Knight escape, even for a little while. While sitting at a bar, a companion shown behind, a burly woman with an outfit to match. Who was this chick again? Could he even call her that? Well, whoever she was, she didn’t mind personal space, as her face was near pressed against his own in the matter of seconds. Jeez, manners much? 🐺
🐺 “ ---’Ya know, a man can’t enjoy his Booze with another dude in his face. So why don’t ya’ beat it, huh? “ 🐺