*Nanna stares at Marco.* He hates humans. Why don't we offer him a human. *Nanna slowly smiles... creepily.* (View Post)

*Nanna, who has had her head in her cups, ears prick up listening to Marco.* Well... Let's make a wild guess. Last of his kind. Hates humans... Hmmmm... Last of his kind. Hates humans. Do I need to r… (View Post)

*Nanna orders a cup of warm mead and listens morosely.* I'm a trickster. A master of disguise. A wizard. A godless, and all gods cleric. I'm no good at killing. *Nanna takes a big slug of mead.* Kill… (View Post)

*Nanna gives a stern look and thrusts an angry index finger into the nose of the nearest guard.* Look yooose! Listen 'ere. When all this Orc shannanigans has ended, you better let me up there so I ca… (View Post)

Wait... So Sir Stralchus... *Nanna pinches the bridge of his nose and closes her eyes in abject consternation.* The body... The empty vessel... The soulless carcass of Sir Strachlus... His soul being… (View Post)