Re: Malvaunt
One, two, free, four, six, seven...no, one, two, free, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. All da fingers gone 'n it's time for me to enter da inn, just as Brin said, the huge half-orc says to himself. He strabs his axe to the back, but unfortunatly he didn't remove his spiked armor, though he doesn't seem to care. He swings the door open and enters. Still with his vizor down the cleric walks up to the bar, letting his boots fall hard down upon the floor and when he stands by the counter he bellows out:
Ale, I wants ale.
He removes his right boot and empties it upon the counter. A lonely gold coin falls down.