“She wasn’t the model fighter of her race, but her cooking was beyond compare. At least that’s what was written on the tavern plaque. Vex'Thra’s culinary prowess was second only to Crolax The Great. But hey, he died in that grease fire last year.”
Rabbit stared at the warrior from the rift. Crolax laid on the ground after being dropped from the blue opening in the ceiling. Rabbit poked the man gently until he groaned. “Hhhhhhey, who are yyyyou?”
Crolax rubbed his head slowly, moaning something that sounded akin to “what”, and finally opened his eyes, squinting up at the figure above him as his eyes adjusted.