Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Fucking potato headed basastards!" Trev growled, sloshing coffee as he angrily gestured. "I didn't even know gnomes could drink wine!" He paused, once he started thinking about it he realised he had no idea what gnomes would eat or drink anyway so wine made as much sense as anything else. "Shoulda locked the cellelar."