Grinnaux Dzemael
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“Look what we have here,” a heavy Marauder's axe came crashing down on the aged wood of the Forgotten Knight's tabletop counter.
“Someone's a little out of their depths tonight, aren't they?” Drawing forth, the haughty nobleman's mouth twists into a provoking sneer of derision.
“I'd wager you're in dire need of a good wake up call.” And thus does he purposely spill the newcomer's drink all over their lap.