Postby Bifrost Janger » Sat Sep 03, 2022 8:39 am
"Hullo. Yes. Bif Janger," Bif affirms, nodding brusquely to the burly man's query. For a split marc he looks about to offer his hand out for shaking; but upon taking in his measure, apparently thinks better on it and returns it to his pocket.
"The er, Centuar of Handsome physiognomy, yes," Bif repeats for clarity, frowning faintly as he does. Though, the expression is short lived and fast replaced by a buoyant smile. "You have?! Spiffing!" He enthuses brightly "So, er, where is he, then?" He asks, looking expectantly about; Even raising up onto his toes to better peer over the large warrior's imposing shoulder.
Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground. - Terry Pratchett