The View Through The Bottom Of A Bottle

[Zann'rajh Stormhowl]

"Well noo, Ah wouldnae wanna be insult'n' naebody. Giez it here," Zann declared, after staring at the suspicious tankard long and hard. Surely any dangers held in this beverage paled in comparison to getting on an otter's bad side... He picked it up with both paws, took a deep, ceremonial breath, and took a deep gulp of the steaming liquid. He sloshed it around in his mouth for a few seconds, swallowed, and upended the rest of the tankard's contents down his throat.

The wolf leaned backwards, rocking slightly on the chair. His eyes started to pop as the alcohol in his system burned away and his sinuses sizzled. Suddenly he leaned forward and unleashed a monstrous belch that scorched the table and crackled on the distant wall. After shaking his head vigorously, he pulled a massive grin. "Cap'n Gobbo's runny tooth! Ah'm feelin' better awready!"

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

"Bahaha! Ya' should ya smelly blighter!" he said tossing back the orange scones "Ye in a rush to get to wherever it is yer goin'?" he asked kicking his feet back on the table.


((yeah im at a loss for what to post...))

[Zann'rajh Stormhowl]

"Werll, no' exac'ly in a rush. We're docked fer a coupla days ta restock on grub 'n' drink, sell wur booty an' stretch oour legs." Zann responded, taking back the plate of scones. He snorted a little; the pick-me-up was still fizzing on his sinuses. "Ah'm oan the mighty fiiine vess'l th' Night Pearl. Bo'sun Stormhowl, pleased ter meetcha. But ye can call me Zann," the wolf said cheerfully, offering his paw to shake.

[Skipper Of Sea Otters]

Suddenly the door burst open and there stood a tall dark and brawny silhouette that almost covered the door Lightning flashed behind it. Blade fell backward in his chair and the others scrambled around on the floor looking for something to beat it with.

((short but needed))