*A very big half gaint covered in scares, come into the Inn, knowing the barman his little used buket is unhucked from the rafters and filled with Ale.
he takes a long qwoff and then looks around at all the new faces and some old ones, Seeing some one he knows A big smill lights up his face*
A-up lad, has any one seens Ozzy Da elfs arounds of late?
*he farts, then with thick hands makes a note on the bord*
Ozzy mes hopes yous all rights
Spugly Fuglet
*he then necks the rest off his ale picks up a gaint grate sword made of ice and gos back out side*
