"I didn't know rabbits snored." Ral said, smirking slightly, "Unless she's acually an evil demon lord sent by Graz'it or Orcus or one of those fun guys. With our luck, we've proably got about half the lower planes wanting to kill us."
Sighing, The monk took a swig of his Gourd-O-Tea, and made a gesture of offering to the rest of the group. Speaking with a little more good humor, Ral continues, "I wonder how we make enemies so easily anyway....mabye it's our breath?" And thus, small talk ensued...
((Sorry about being off and on so much ^^;; I just reacently, as in today, fixed my #$%^ing modem..so I should be on every day now..thatk's fer yer patience everyone..))
