TR273
Pirate Fox Mom
Whooot!(Pfps are a personal affair. One cannot delegate the task of PfP selection to someone else.)
*returns, singed, with a tattered cape, dented armor, and black eye*
Turns out the dragon was pissed that some guy took his vase collection, so he felt the need to raze half the village to make his point. Negotiations were easy: we were practically kindred spirits!
*Tosses you the gold, casts 'Spell O'Exp' on you then tears down the hill and back onboard the Booty Queen to blessed relief.*
