“Your spoilin’  va blaady fan ya wanker.”  The half or got a kick in the shins in the hope that he would miss. “And you...ya fuck...” that was directed at the mage, “Stick ta pull rabbits aaut of ‘ats, yer sparks will give me a bastard ‘eadach and I am rannin  aaut o’ booze which ain’t a good fin. And yer fireworks smell worse van me farts.”<br/><br/>By  now  Storm was getting bored, though the thought that even the slight possibility that the princess with the gob would even fall in the mud was a staying point. Damn her oil was back in the in. Now that would have made the odds more intereting.<br/><br/>“Well I am finkin’ it came from  aaunder ve water” there was a chuckle and a cough before the woman continued.”...likely from sam ship or shat aaut of sam monsters fackin' arse. See ver is magic vats fackin’ dangerous...Blaady undead.” It was then the woman pulled out a flask and took a swig, she then offered Lursk it. “We can use vis ta burn it ... later, ‘er if she buys it too.”<br/>