RP:A Full Load

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Karsiac ceases the scratching of his quill against the parchment, emerald green eyes widening to a humourously absurd size. Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods no! A hand lifts, the fingers parting to grip the nose, clamping the nostrils shut, so as to drive away that hideous stench that had erupted from beneath his torso. Oh, dear Gods, what had he eaten? Eyes, still dramatically widened, would travel slowly across to Mesthak, the knight's shock deepening at the look which the barkeep gives him, Karsiac beginning to shake with horror as attention now turns to the tankard at his side. His free hand stretches forwards, taking the handle of the pewter container, and the fingers at his nostrils are parted slightly so that the humanoid Gold could sniff the drink suspiciously. Oh, dear Gods, no! No, no, no, no, no! As quickly as is possible, without upsetting the liquid-like substance that causes the back of his pants to sag slightly, the male rises from his chair, and hobbles swiftly towards the door, praying like a devout priest none of the tavern patrons would recognise the dark brown smear across his backside, nor the horrible odour that comes from his body. Amidst the shock, horror and terrible embarrissment, there is resolve. "This means war!" Is called to Mesthak over his shoulder before he exits in a hurry, leaving the Dwarf to chuckle quietly to himself.