"No, Not-Omar! No lunch! Frogmen are good. Frogmen friends."

"Omar! Wait, two Omars? Blast it, I can never tell these dwarves apart..." Quaid sits and turns his chair toward the fairy, reaches to refill his mug from the cask.

Is that from the John Lennon song?

Nudges Thunk "Is that, Omar?" I will go over to the Frog table. And I glance at the barkeep to make sure those drinks get here.

Quaid stands up, "A round of drinks for these noble hunter-warrior Frog Men!" He will give a stern glance at anyone that looks like they are licking their chops at the sight of them.

Of course... nothing surprises someone that's been a barista for 10 years.

True dat.

Sindarin or Sylvan?

"Good think... ing." Quaid realizes that Thunk finished off the tankard that he was just sipping. "Hey, there, Iron Warrior! You are in the service of Lord Darkcloak, aye?"

Quaid is deep in introspection. "Hey, Thunk! Remember our last adventure? We lost a lot of good men and women there. I lot of them were green, inexperienced... dumb... But wouldn't it be great to

HUG!

D&D adds to real world skills. My favorite line from the X-files: "I didn't play all those years of Dungeons & Dragons and not learn something about courage." I relate.

Wow. Welcome. I personally have lived a very sheltered life but my girlfriend grew up with some horror stories that I am not allowed to talk about. So good for you, for rebuilding and not blaming your

Thanks, much appreciated.

Thank you.

Superheroes get ladies. Actually, I guess doctors get ladies, too...

If Thunk is returning I'll continue to use Quaid.

HUG!

Glad to see you back. A few weeks ago I was thinking of trying to start up a new play-by-post game on Steemit and see if there was any interest. But I wouldn't have much of an idea on how to start. Count

MMMMMM.... Cake.