Nathrangking

Maximillian Taleweaver groans as he slides off of his exhausted horse. His once fine clothes are covered in dust and a bit threadbare. He looks up at the Mishmash Inn and smiles. This will do nicely. Maximilian enters and listens to the kind receptionist. He pulls a coin from his purse and tosses it to the receptionist. He then makes his way over to where Tari and another man are standing. He hears Tari say that the rooms are free. "I would like a room. Is there anywhere to stable my horse while I'm here."

"We have had many adventures in so short a time. We have also made many friends along the way. Things have been interesting to say the least."

I follow the others to the hut. I gather together the bits of firewood into a tight formation and pour heat into it until there is a crackling fire going. I then settle down on the ground.

Shardfork hands down. Why does Hoid think that he is witty?

true.

For a while.

Then I win.

Indeed.

Really?

Nah!!

I am WINS!!!!

I stand a bit unsteadily and look around in semi amazement. "We really exited that awful place." He shakes his head.

*Wins.*

*Wins.*

Take off

to the chopper!!

Nah

Oh?

I enter the space craft

*Wins.*

ot as sneaky as *Wins.*

Impressive. *Wins.*

*Wins.*