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RE: SteemQuest Beta: Omar is that you? (Part 1)
Girm entering the tavarn ses Quaid. AM NOT OMAR. there you are my brother. fetch me a rabbit stew. a see you have stop the unnecessary killing of goblinds. and gotten a real job. before the sentence is down he is on a good way in his first large mug of ale. all his hair and beard almost cover his face while he is emptying the mug of ale.....suddenly stopping the drinking slamming the mug down so hard the rest of the ale splashes in all directions. ses the frogman.......LUNCH....
"No, Not-Omar! No lunch! Frogmen are good. Frogmen friends."
IRONDOG looking blearily over his shoulder 'seconds on lunch, im famished' before briefly losing consciousness and tipping his head on to his empty flagon
Thunk falls over the table reaching to covers Grim’s mouth. Hearing IronDog second the call for “LUNCH” Thunk yells, “Aye barkeep, bring us all some of that RABBIT stew”. Whispering to Grim, “We don’t eat them anymore, Not Omar. Fact is...errr... it never happened. Just a rumor. Ain’t “Not Omar kinda a funny name? How did your momma cal you two to dinner? ‘Omar Not Omar!’ Seems like a lot of starting and stop pin’ going on”
Quaid notices that Irondog is not dead. He quietly slides his money pouch back to his side of the table.