"Ah, I shee... you're wanting to look at the Dragon bone..." The gnoll's temper seems to darken a bit there. "If thatsh what you want, maybe I<em>should</em>take you to it... and make you ride it to looshen up that tight fuckhole...."<br/><br/>Razormane's sword slams against the ground, and he rises to a standing position. The speed of the mood swing is amazing... one second, he's giddy and laughing, the next his face is a mask of rage. And still very, very drunk.<br/><br/>"Now you've gone and *hic* ruined my good mood. Just how do ya plan to make that up to me?""