Search Posts
Vivi heartily chuckles at Kolu's assessment of Thunder's appetite, and leans across the table to pat the half-ogre on the arm. "Indeed, though in the concern of full bellies I have been known to match a dwarf ravenous from a long day in the mines bite for bite from a roasted hog! To graduate to a full cow does not seem like such a strain of my talent. Perhaps there will be two head of hypothetical cattle missing, lest we eat our fill now! Another serving of dinner is my treat, if you would have it." He then stands on his chair and waves his hat, attempting to catch the attention of Peter to order a second helping of dinner.
Vivi smiles broadly, his lips still frothy from a mug of dark ale, his halfling nature coming into full focus on his rosy, infinitely youthful cheeks. "Aye sir, I shall do my best to find your Mojo for you," he says, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "But a hand will suffice where a mage hand would exceed... Erm, that is to say, a more mundane explanation could be likely. A cat would seem a most unsound meal for an ogre, 'twould be like having only a single sausage for breakfast to an ogre, you see." He finishes by winking at Thunder.
I come from a land down under, where halfling wizards roll and half-ogres Thunder. |