Chapter 6 - Back to the Temple of Pain
As soon as her new orc friend had said that water was just okay even though ale would have been better, and good thing too since she didn't have any ale on her person, Dreya had started rooting around for her water canteen, bringing it forward and handing it over to the towering orc facing her.
His lewd suggestion didn't go past her...even a blind, deaf cleric would have understood THAT. Cocking her head to the side, she replies, [Language unknown: "Art nglo aspro...u...one ss ive ei u t io stthu one ss intallshe? Nietnt eraca eenntiall voroulted rios? In! In Al maus eaudinnot'houwit! Sonth rut teca verousiou pe pl on tic leadom u tralatast atmoha hatta reahistin but wit popo ch adofleac whut korantoer. A etch a onsestnti sheshewit!"] Thrusting the water canteen into his hands, she gestures toward the crypt the other orcs are still toiling away at with a jab of one thumb in their direction. [Language unknown: "Conwitvor whant din ncepr iswe?" ]
As she hears footsteps draw near behind her, she quickly glances over her shoulder, a huge grin of relief crossing her fair features at the sight of the well armored cleric striding up. "Hey, Simply Elwood! You wouldn't happen to have any ale on you, would you?"