Toinus

[Your_Blue_Room]

A minotaur taps his feet looking around the corridor, enjoying the mosaic work.
A runed-axe gashes the minotaur under it's right armpit, exits at it's waist on the left side crushing it's ribs and slicing it's body.
"Git dose horns as well, Andrus" says the dwarf.
"Aye, master Toinus" says the half-drunk human servant half-grumbling.
Andrus cuts off and places the horns on top of the others inside the wooden cart he's pushing.
Toinus pops open a chest, and his eyes suddenly light up.
"Ohh dats perfect fer dat git"
Andrus takes a look inside the chest and sees a dirty mud-covered cloak that stinks (-1 cha)
then he says: "Yer but, this cloak stinks and ain't magical ?"
"Nay lad, it be pirfect fer dat fat auctioneer." Stares at the cloak nodding "Pirfect"
Andrus shakes his head chuckling.