"Well, brazo Harw... 'Brueson' - good show." Leaning back in my chair once again, a smile crosses my face thinking of the little show our comrade just gave.

"Showoff..." Smiling himself, Mord takes a deep swig from his mug draining it and continues with a laugh. "I must say - it is good to find the three of us once again gathered here. It's like a return to those good ol' days, and I am actually feeling excited about the adventures that lie ahead for us"

"You may be right Brueson - I think I messed with his buzz a bit - hearing HIM talk like that is a bit unerving..."

Laughing at my chide Brueson adds: "Aye, I told you so."

"Well, lets make something of the night then. We'll bring him back around yet, and you can search out that lovely wench in the morn if not later."

"How about a debate? Silk or leather? Which one gets the job done better? and why?"

::Brueson sits up and take a swig from his mug::

"If it comes to it, I'm sure the bartender won't mind us making room for a demo if the debate turns that direction."