The Holdfasts
Ulric looks at the scarred, grubby, unshaven visage of Victor, arguably the roughest hewn fighting-Man he has ever laid eyes upon. Victor unceremoniously hacks up a vile spit-ball and slags it out upon the ground.danhem wrote:"I wonder if either of us have the silver tongue necessary for this task," he says to Victor. "Besides, I don't trust most of these locals any more than I trust the goblins. Let's head back to the others. Perhaps we can find a way to hide most of the silver on our person and stash the copper somewhere to retrieve later."
"What?" he growls like an offended wolf when he realises Ulric is looking at him.