To Far Away Times

[Rezantis]

"We are not keeping a killscore."

[Brian]

This comment earns you a hearty jeer from the assembled warriors that now fill the dining hall.  "Who doesn't want to keep count?" someone asks from the crowd.

[Dracos]

Dracos raises a fist in hearty agreement with the unknown soldier "It's the only way to go!  Ya got to do it!"

Dracos

[Brian]

A host of, "I'll drink to that!"s echo about the room.

Lord Markham and the other higher-ranking functionaries are absent from the head table, but there's room to find a seat, and servants bustling around to deliver food and drink to hungry warriors, and dirty dishes to the kitchen.

[Dracos]

Dracos, in the manner of a man raised in an italian household, finds a seat and starts enjoying the repast.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez smacks his head onto the table.

"Fine, fine.  I suppose, if you're going to be that way . . ." his grin turns decidedly evil, "what do you feel like betting, hmm?"

[Dracos]

Dracos whispers conspiratorily, "You know that seven guy?  Whoever wins gets first dips on separating his skull from his head."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez ponders, then responds in a low tone, "Nah, I more want Ceran's head on a stick, myself."

[Dracos]

"Okay...  Leader of the point board gets to take Ceran's skull from his head.  But only the first five times."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Ceran doesn't have a skull, though.  See my dilemma?"

Rez looks sad.  Saaaad.

[Dracos]

"how do we know that though?  Have we really checked?  We can have a doctor's examination!"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"I'm pretty damn sure, more's the pity.  But nah.  Dibs on Ceran are mine regradless, and I don't much mind who else you take, so you're going to have to ante up something interesting to make me bother to keep a tally."

[Dracos]

"Hmm...."

Dracos thought long and hard...

"IBC...Rootbeer...Floats."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"I hate that kinda stuff."

Rez ponders.

[Dracos]

"..." Dracos looks stunned.

Dracos