#( suffer through the outdrinking thisobold thorm event

[oathwilled]

@thiefscant  inquired:  ❝  Not  exactly  the  fight  I  was  expecting  when  we  got  here.  At  least  we  got  the  job  done.  ❞  /  da:i  party  banter

A hand’s braced against the stone wall, the grit of it rough and grounding against his fingers a vicious wave of cramping nausea curls through his gut — it’s a valiant war he fights, but his will is mighty and he forces it to settle. " Fuck gettin’ the fuckin’ shit job done, I would have sooner got fucked by a fucking sword than fucking do that again. "

That’s hissed through his teeth, grousing, but the truth is that they got through that damned place on word alone, and he’s glad for it. Thisobold Thorm — his spine crawls again with it all, sour and grim, and he’ll be better able to respect it all once he has distance from everything that happened in that hells-damned tavern.

He spits off to the side, trying to rid himself of the foul taste in his mouth, and eyes them sideways; he hadn’t followed when they went to the back, wanting a minute to recover. Unfortunately, the outside is as grim as the inside in these cursed lands, but at least it doesn’t reek of undead. " What was back there, anyhow? "