With three beers down, the Orc did frown, and bid the Elf goodbye, for none could know, 'twas not for show, and someone had to die.
Never enough gold... just need one more good haul.
Should have known she was lying... she said she would wait for me, but they never wait..
...mead, mead, mead... ...kill 'em to get some beer every now and then.. Stupid bees and their stupid honey...
Lying little harlot.. that brat ain't mine, could be anyone's... won't get a single silver from me...
Hmph, wizards... now that's power.. bet they got that "secret magic".. turn wood into gold.. yeah, wish I could turn wood into gold...
Go to the college, da said. Use your smarts, he said. Idiot, how was I supposed to know what college he meant?