11-02-2016, 10:33 PM
Trudging down the path towards the gate with an off-kilter step, Swiggins approaches the make-shift camp in his shipwright attire with a large keg over his shoulder. He adjusts the weight before giving a quick salute-like wave to the group.
"Ay you lot, got a delivery for ya courtesy of yer's truly."
Slowly he settles the keg to the ground which gives a heavy slosh of its contents while he himself wrenches his body up letting out a pop of his spine. Taking a relaxed stand he eyes all present before speaking again.
"Might not like this little arrangement but I ain't gonna just let ya sit there without a stint of some sort o' comfort. Dropped a bit o' coin and scored ya this. Don't go wasting 'er as the chill of the season'll ruin the flavour."
"Ay you lot, got a delivery for ya courtesy of yer's truly."
Slowly he settles the keg to the ground which gives a heavy slosh of its contents while he himself wrenches his body up letting out a pop of his spine. Taking a relaxed stand he eyes all present before speaking again.
"Might not like this little arrangement but I ain't gonna just let ya sit there without a stint of some sort o' comfort. Dropped a bit o' coin and scored ya this. Don't go wasting 'er as the chill of the season'll ruin the flavour."
(OOG: Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)