As I wander these dark lands, I often find meself reminiscing about the good ol’ days in Everblast. When the ale flowed like the rivers of the undercity, and the wenches… well, they’d charm the beard off a dwarf. I recall one fateful night, after a long day of battle, I stumbled upon a tavern, its sign creakin’ in the wind, ‘Goblin’s Bane’. I, Darla the Bold, was the bane of goblins, and that night, I’d find a different kind of pleasure.
The fire crackled, the mead flowed, and the music played. I found myself in the company of a fiery redhead, her curves rivaling the finest dwarven craftsmanship. She’d weave a spell with her words, and I, a gruff and battle-hardened warrior, would find meself entranced. Little did I know, the night would bring more than just a taste of her charms.
Now, as I search for Grand Duke Harloff and me lost companions, I often think of that wench, and the night we shared a flask of ale, and a bed of passion. Alas, the memories of her lovin’ touch are all that remain, a fleeting comfort in these harsh times. Still, I’ll keep fightin’, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find me way back to her, and relive the night that would make even the bravest dwarf blush.
>Soulkyn