Elevenberg

“So if I’m understanding this rightly,” mused a common nobody to his tavern companion, “These ‘high’ sorta elfs hired a band o’ blackguards to butcher a wedding party; not having the stones to commit the bloody deed themselves. And now here we have the cutthroats boasting of their slaughter. A wedding, Alban. Can you believe it?”

“Did dey let an olog wreyt diz zkah ur wub?” an orc of little importance wondered aloud.

“Wai nub wagh ork vi twigii?” inquired an urukish bystander. “Wi nub bring ztowtz agh lat nub bring Renatuz Reiterz Kamul Banditz Blak Bazterdz.”

Unshelf goats pls thx

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