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: "To witss llss...wi...tiois e moek k k mo sonel enha plcon na ainiouess? Eehota din prnoen ouncwa ave? Ll! Be To pl iououlithredday! Trkor ncin iewe icaprelat dinho ilet lo ich dieepa as comndeati icndio unet stihatvir rea no ect mi thaanysheure stsan foomfo. I thel it sethisiou oulillort!"] 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: "Sonestand lent le arati iech?" ]
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?"