Home Artists Posts Import Register

Content

"...So that's when I gave 'em the ol' cold shoulder!"

"Ugh, Renwick, you've made that same joke at every tavern we've stopped at this month."

"Pfft, well, excuse me if it's still funny, Yara! I lost my arm to a bulette for you lot, the least you can do is let me have a joke now."

The party grew quiet and uncomfortable. He was right, of course, it was petty to complain about something like that, given how much he'd lost in that fight.

After a moment, Renwick sighed and put down his glass. He reached over with his icy prosthetic arm and, one by one, held the glasses of his party members. As he did, a nice layer of frost gathered on the outsides of the drinks, cooling them down significantly.

"Alright, how about that, then? Is that a party trick we can all get behind now?"

The group smiled as the tension broke. Yara lifted her mug up to Renwick, "Cheers to you friend, for your bravery, and for always staying cool under pressure."

Renwick's brow furrowed. "Okay, you know I hear it now. Yep, that can get tiresome. I'll stick to the glasses for now."

Files

Comments

No comments found for this post.