Slind snickered a little bit when Piav wondered what she would be fucked with, choosing to ignore the disturbing implications of that particular barrels contents. "Whoever is in charge of this place, I really hope I never pass out drunk around them," the sorcerer said. He walked up to the door then and looked out of the kitchen to see what was happening. "I don't suppose they'd be inclined to all take turns fighting Øystein one on one?" He asked, speaking to himself as much as to anyone else. Well, it was time to get back to work. Ratehr a prefereable way to occupy one's mind that finding a jar filled with severed dicks.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I think that the door in between D4 and E4. With that assumption in mind, Slind moves to D5.<br/></div></div>