Sore Feet by Sammuel
Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 9:17 pm
The guild hall door opened with a crash, threatening to rip it from the hinges. An obviously upset figure strode through the entrance. Mumbling and shaking his head, the iron clad warrior collapses in to a chair near the fire and begins removing his boots. With some difficulty and a few choice words, he finally rids himself of the offensive footwear and throws them in the corner. His jaw visibly clenching, he glares at the slime covered boots.
" damn dirty paladin armor.... why couldn't the bug have eaten a fierce warrior or a traveling armorsmith.... BAH."
(( these were 100 armor better than my boots, and only drawback was my losing 9 agility.... these things make me feel dirty. Boots of the Desert Protector))
" damn dirty paladin armor.... why couldn't the bug have eaten a fierce warrior or a traveling armorsmith.... BAH."
(( these were 100 armor better than my boots, and only drawback was my losing 9 agility.... these things make me feel dirty. Boots of the Desert Protector))