Cyrielle Rousseau wrote:
Guardsman Pease wrote:
”Was we in a fist fight together once?” Says a seated man chewing a sausage. He pulls it from his mouth and wags it at you. ”Yeah come to think of it, you broke me nose at the ol’ ‘Ookscratch. Ahh, Dragoonscale rules.”
Cyrielle squints at the man. As she recognizes him, she grins widely. Ah, the Hookscratch. That was a brawl."[/b] She sits near him, offering a hand. "Cyrielle. I'll drink with you any time. Fight with you too!"
"Really? I'll give you she's a big girl, but I can't picture her fist landin' any 'eavier than a butterfly landin' on the tip of yer nose."