* FALLS THROUGH DOOR *
Sorry I'll fix that. I'm not clumsy. I'm just very strong.
Anyways, I conked out in a nearby alley, but when a little blue morning bird landed on my head and told me that the Blue Moon reopened, I thought sure why not pay a visit and listen to some good tunes and...well, cure the hangover. We all know what the best cure to a hangover is, right?
I'll have a whiskey please, neat.
Here's The Dullahan aka The Headless Rider. I personally know him from Irish legends, he usually carries a whip made from a human spine, aye, but in my game he has no such thing. In my game he is a warlock and his gentle stallion Nahallud loves chasing butterflies. š¦
Ooh, he's a looker! hic!
The rider is fetching, too.
Din't I have a plasma coffee around here somewhere?
Really? Why, thank you!
* contemplates own face *
Ah, you mean the horse and the rider? š
In all fairness now, I do feel a bit bad for leaving all the guests at the other party. I think they should come here. There's no one to serve them and I ain't moving.
