03-25-2015, 03:56 PM
Dex first accepts Drakkon's offered hand, "Aye mate, may yours be too. Kill some orcs for me this summa."
He then releases Drakkon's hand and shakes Rangor's hand, "I'm off to where I belong. Take it easy mate! Don't accidentally drink the wrong vial. Oh yes!" Dex reaches into his pocket and hands off a little bag to Rangor, "A parting gift."
He finally turns to Luna and gives her a hug, "Don't be worrying yerself, ye'll worry yerself to death at the rate ye're goin'." He smirks, licks his lip and begins walking down the dock to a waiting gangplank. He then climbs up the plank and a happy grin climbs accross his face as a cool ocean breeze blows throuh him.
He then releases Drakkon's hand and shakes Rangor's hand, "I'm off to where I belong. Take it easy mate! Don't accidentally drink the wrong vial. Oh yes!" Dex reaches into his pocket and hands off a little bag to Rangor, "A parting gift."
He finally turns to Luna and gives her a hug, "Don't be worrying yerself, ye'll worry yerself to death at the rate ye're goin'." He smirks, licks his lip and begins walking down the dock to a waiting gangplank. He then climbs up the plank and a happy grin climbs accross his face as a cool ocean breeze blows throuh him.