The bugbear laughed, like a mound of stones rolling down hill.<em>"None taken.  Wouldn't be the first time someone expected me ta just<strong> roar</strong> at 'em 'r somethin'.  And aye, he'd be mine.  Name's Curmudgeon.  Far as I can reckon, he's been old and ornery at heart from the day he were born." </em><br/><br/>She took a glance at the two empty pitchers as if they'd get up and tell her what they'd been full of, then licked her lips to see if the aftertaste might offer any clues.<em>"Can't rightly say!  Booze be booze.  Ain't watered down at least, which is a rare thing these days.  As for why <strong>I'm</strong> here, I'm lookin' fer some new game.  Kinda the sort ta look fer trouble where I ought not to, ya might say."</em><br/><br/>She gave the other girl an odd look.<em>"Treasure?  From what I've heard, ta won't be findin' no troves hereabouts, little lady.  Just snarlin' beasts and a mess o' mangled corpses." </em>