A Far Hello, From Togren!

[Togren]

Aye, I'm Togren a cutthroat. No I'm not ye' mercenary. An old drunken soldier, vastly, I've founded malice as my best friend. Unfortunately, places like here won't except the way I am, so I drop me blades and arrows, and rales my pint of ale to ye'.

Togren

[Fenris]

Greetings Togren, nice to see another old dog of war.

[Togren]

Unfortunately, War is all I know.

[Surly von Fishbarrel]

I've seen your posts on the DF forums, quite the rabblerous little shit, aren't you? Haha, great, we could use a few more willing to blindly charge into a hopeless fight. Hope your application is accepted (if you did apply, that is).

[Togren]

I didn't fill out an application here, it seems as if it's a fancy place.

My life has been a road, a road to wandering and chaos.

This place is orderly.

Common now, I was raised by peasants, royalty, wolfs, and mercs!

Have any ale around here anyway?

Togren

[Cynric Oakheart]

Its not the best ale there is to offer but it will send you blind quicker than the watery gunk in the next citys tavern. Anyway greetings to Wessex Togren.

[Togren]

That's okay mate, I think I'll pass

More reads on the Darkfall

See ye' there

Togren

[FrMerrin]

That's okay mate, I think I'll pass

A wise decision, guttersnipe. As a Duchy that holds to the Morganite faith, I am afraid the cutthroat's throat itself would be cut by the sun's rising on the morrow.

Move along, and pray you happen not to fall in a hole along your way.

[Togren]

Looks like I got a follower, you know what I did to the last priest who got in my way?

I am a guest here, as I hope to stay, I was talking with the Duke's subjects.