Tylinhae wrote:
Ezmeralda chuckles nervously and jots down your respective orders, and scurries off. You get the distinct feeling she wants to spend as little time at your table as possible.
As she finishes with the last order, ignoring the comments from Raistlin Jr, Darnek hefts a small dinner plate and lets fly. It sails a small distance across the table and bounces with a metallic "Doink!" off the side of Ranger's head.
"hey monk you could of delt matters in a better way then throwing a plate like a childish kid"