Jun 11, 2018 9:25 am
Quite startled at first, Morak pulls himself a mug of ale and downs it. Fortified by the frothy brew, he ambles over to the table. "Well, if ye're to do my work for me, I can rest a mite," he rumbles. "Name's Morak. It would seem that all of you are more than you seem. Good friends to have, in these troubled times."