[Snowfell Festival | C] The Birds

[Elkeid]

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Something very strange was going on lately, though Elkeid could not quite put her finger on it. It was winter, but that was a normal change in season. It was cold, as one would suspect, and snow was falling. Her fireplace was almost constantly going right now, although more for the sake of the werecat child who had reverse adopted her. The poor boy did not fare well in the snow, and went through such great lengths to bundle himself when he went out to play. He was less cat then, and more running jacket.

For some reason, hunting wild chickens (dubbed Snow Chickens) was a popular event among Adventurers, even in her peaceful housing district. People were rounding up the little critters to slaughter and fry up for a greasy meal. Elkeid held no interest in the fried chicken, preferring something healthier. She could probably wipe out a single flock with one AoE attack if she so desired, so they were definitely not worth the effort for her. Chickens were not fascinating creatures, either.

No, what grabbed her attention the most was the addition of a certain type of tree: the Pine. These were the trees people sought for the yuletide festivities, and they were now everywhere; tall, sturdy trees with magnificent branches and greenery. There were tons of them on her property as well, enough so to tempt her with the idea of opening up a tree lot and charging people to pick out and buy as many as they desired. She was not that greedy, however. Besides, only a fool would buy a tree when they could find one for free elsewhere.

Bundled up in a jacket and equipped with her scarf, Elkeid followed the stream out of a whim. She had been walking through the forest, simply admiring all the beauty it had to offer this month, her goal set on the lake. It should be iced over by now, which would make it excellent for ice skating. She had a pair of skates slung over one shoulder, fully expecting to find a sheet of virgin ice among the snow and Sakura leaves.

And then she felt a small, fluffy object run into her shins. Elkeid stared coolly at the baffled chicken resting on her foot. The chicken stared back at her. After a moment, it uttered a soft Kweh. Did these things spawn like rats now? With as much care as one would afford a roach, Elkeid gave a sharp jerk of her foot, intending to dislodge the chicken and go about her way. But no -- despite tumbling to the ground in an unwanted heap, the chicken returned like a desperate ex-girlfriend. Elkeid stomped down on it this time, not enough to kill it, but enough to leave it half flattened and nearly dead. Good riddance.

The woman proceeded to take one step, then two, only to collide into a similarly fluffy object. Again? She glanced down, a bored expression forming on her countenance. There, staring up at her, were four more birds. As she lifted her foot to kick the lot of feathered bastards aside, Elkeid heard the sound of many small feet. Chickens, chickens as far as the eye could see, were swarming up around her on all sides. The amount of chickens here almost gave her cause for concern. There was well over fifty of them, perhaps eighty at most, and they showed no sign of thinning in numbers. Whatever the case, this was surely an anomaly. Why flock to her, of all people? Why not go gang up on some poor low leveled player? Why set themselves up for a mass funeral? Why so many beady eyed stares?

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∝: 617
♫: Death By Glamour Extended
✏: Get dunked on.
@: ---

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[Vitae]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Elkeid WC: 532/532

Snow lightly pelted the ground as a large group of plump white birds moved about in their tightly knitted flock while searching about for more food, so that they can become even more swollen. Vitae was following said flock in the hopes of killing some so that he could get a taste of the delicacy that the inhabitants of Moon Dance Forest were talking about quite often now a days. Noticed by one of the younger chickens it gave a squawk and then proceeded to move in front of Vitae and stared at him with blank black eyes and a cocked head. Soon enough more of the chickens gathered around Vitae with the same blank look that the original one had given and all Vitae could do was smile. Reaching behind him Vitae pulled out his trusty spear Notus in a flash and stabbed into the closest bird around him.

With the death of the first bird instantly the rest of the flock went into havoc mode and started to run like crazy on their stubby little feet while Vitae ran after them, especially the lower leveled ones, with a smile on his face. Quickly being out-sped Vitae took his spear and threw with all his might and as luck had it his dragon like spear made its mark, killing the level one mob easily. Collecting his spear and the two birds Vitae had killed the young boy continued on his path to the lake where it was said that most of the snow chickens lived. It took about thirty more minutes to get to the lake, but when Vitae did arrive at his destination he saw what the inhabitants of Moon Dance Forest were talking about as the rim of the lake was entirely covered in the prey. While gazing at the view Vitae noticed that their was a large clot of them surrounding what seemed to be another Adventurer as the clothing didn't really fit a Person of the Land.

Not really carrying about the Adventurer, Vitae put his hands together and after a few seconds of chanting his companion was by his side. Pointing at the flock surrounding the lone Adventurer instantly the wolf pup knew what to do and charged in with Vitae only a few steps behind. Watching the pup jump into the flock and start tearing into one unknowing chicken while Vitae brought Notus into the side of another unknowing one. With the killing of two of their brethren all the others were alerted and instantly turned around to see their attackers. After seeing the Adventurer and wolf pup most of the chickens started to run while some higher level one started charging at the duo for revenge. Dodging most of the attacks that were coming from the snow chickens that were closest to Vitae's level, but the higher leveled ones around ten made their hits and sent the duo skidding back. Almost toppling over due to the blows Vitae gathered Notus in his hands and when the next bird came to attack he drove his spear right through the neck and then flung it to the side and prepared for the next attack to come.

OWL

[Elkeid]

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Damn these birds. All she wanted was to relax and enjoy the ice and snow -- not be coerced. It would not even be a fair fight, either, unless they could all bum rush and knock her down. Silently, the woman dropped her skates onto the ground, and pulled on the oversized gauntlets that served as her reforged weapons. They wanted to play ball? She would play ball. She -- oh.

Someone else had joined in on the chaos. Elkeid paused, observing the young boy and the wolf pup for but a moment. Scoria had had a summon like that, right? And he was a Druid, so she could only assume the same of the newcomer. The boy sent the wolf in after the flock, startling an unsuspecting chicken. Elkeid considered that to be a bad idea, even if he only drew the attention of the weakest ones at first. This was what the birds were waiting for; a moment to launch into action. And now the stronger lot had set their sights on the boy as well. Elkeid, being much higher in level and technically a tank, launched into action.

The woman banged her large, metallic fists together, and called out "Hej hej." This was her way of activating Rafting Taunt, and drawing the aggro from the boy back to her. If he was hoping to collect a large amount of chicken meat, he would certainly get it.

The idiotic birds flocked towards her, beaks up and ready to strike. With Wyvern Kick, she kicked off of the ground, soaring several feet into the air. When she came down again, it was in the thick of the flock that she landed. The three chickens she landed directly on were reduced to mere bubbles. The surrounding ones took minor damage from the reverberation, and the ones that leaped at her in an attempt to catch her unawares were met with a roundhouse kick.

Those latter chickens went flying through the air, toppling over the ones in the back. The chickens that dared to remain near her hesitated, their heads lightly bobbing as they danced around her. One of them even dared to peck at her leg -- big mistake. With a loud cluck, the bird was smashed under her fist. Timidly, the rest of the birds shifted their focus back onto the boy. He was deemed the easier target among the two Adventurers, but Elk would not allow them to smash him. Being mauled by a group of chickens would be humiliating, no?

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∝: 420
♫: A Promise
✏: ---
@: Vitae

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[Vitae]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Elkeid WC: 600/1132 Spear of Justice

Slicing off the wing of a snow chicken Vitae clicked his tongue as the bird landed onto the ground and then started to peck rapidly at Vitae's ankle. Trying to pull away Vitae jumped into the air doing a perfect back-flip and once he hit the ground Vitae charged at full force and plunged Notus into the avian creature's white feathered breast before the creature burst into a flood of bubbles. Sensing an incoming attack from behind Vitae yelled, "Admorsus!" Instantly feeling the sense of the threat behind him fly away Vitae twisted four hundred fifty degrees on the heel of his foot and stabbed at the mob to his side making a perfect hit with the bird's thick neck. Twisting about once more Vitae slammed Notus on to the chicken coming from his right and off came the one stuck on Notus' blade while Vitae then proceeded to jump to the side and finish off the wounded one still dazed on the ground before it could regain its senses.

Turning to see the condition of the Adventurer Vitae instantly went wide-eyed as he saw the crater of carnage left in her tremendous wake. Guessing from the damage the other Adventurer was probably in the Tier II barrier which meant she could probably cause some major chaos if she wanted to. Shaking away his amazement Vitae focused on the snow chickens that were coming his way as they were sensible enough to now know not to mess with the other Adventurer. Looking at the mob he saw a level one to the side and immediately started charging in with his hound at his heels. Taking Notus in his hands Vitae let his legs go out from under him and fall to the left while swinging his spear right into the unsuspecting wild bird.

Right before hitting the ground Vitae used his left hand to stop himself from doing so and sprung himself back up. Startled by his actions the chickens near their deceased brother stopped in their tracks while the rest of the flock came at Vitae from his right. Preparing for the wave Vitae turned to them and said, "Sand Curtain." Suddenly a small orb of light appeared at the end of Notus before it blinked out and all the snow in the area started to swirl about until the air around them was flooded with snow, dust, dirt, and grass which smacked them every which way. Taking this moment to gain some distance Vitae hopped backwards a few times and once an appropriate distance away got into stance with his hound at his side also ready to fight back.

After Vitae's spell dissipated away he looked and saw that while not a lot some of the weaker snow chickens were quite haggard from the attack and the ones around his level were somewhat wounded. With a smile on his face Vitae pointed at a group of weakened chickens and his hound started to bound forward and then leap into the fray while Vitae charged at the higher leveled birds. Piercing through the side of one of the snow chickens it struggled to hang on and give Vitae a good peck on the leg. Moving about Vitae swung Notus about like a tornado and cutting at every single chicken he could hit, all while holding a huge adrenaline filled smile on his face. To Vitae this had turned into a party rather quickly, almost as soon as he attracted the attention of the flock, and he was fully intent on enjoying it to its absolute fullest because why not.

OWL

[Elkeid]

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If there was one thing Elkeid could say about this kid, it was that he seemed pretty damn flexible. Or maybe he was just showing off, like a would be Swashbuckler. Whatever the case, it was clear that he could handle himself. Good. She was not interested in babysitting, like most tanks. Her role was that of an evasive tank anyway. She could take hits, but only if the enemy could manage to catch her.

Oh, no no no~. The chickens, realizing that the Monk was too tough for them to bring down, were timidly targeting the boy again. That was a good move on their part; inferior creatures could not hope to conquer a worthy adversary. Calmly, the woman fished out her pipe and lit it. A thin plume of smoke wafted out of the end. She inhaled, and then exhaled. Fighting chickens. How dull for her, but the boy looked to be having fun.

Her body glowed with a golden aura, summoning up the faded figures of doppelgangers. This was her Incarnated Assault skill. Her hands lowered to her sides, leaving the pipe clenched between her teeth. Elkeid surged forward in one fluid motion, fists rising and falling as she aimed at the ground beneath the chickens in the rear. The ones in the front were largely safe, but it would reduce their reinforcements while the boy fought them.

Her doppelgangers punched furiously into the earth, snow and stragglers standing atop the lot. The cries of many injured and frightened chickens rent the air with blow. Bubbles cascaded down on her from all angles, as did a mass of feathers, snow and dirt. Elkeid squinted behind her goggles, prudently pulled down over her eyes for once. She brought her foot down hard on a chicken that had miraculously survived the assault.

The forward chickens gave nervous cries as they rushed in to swarm around the boy. They seemed frightened out of their minds, and with good cause. They could only go forward. To turn back was death. Elkeid stood tall, almost adapting a casual pose as she dusted off bits of feathers and debris from her arms and shoulders. What a troublesome lot… The fear with which the chickens regarded her meant that she would have been free to go, though she was still looking out for the boy. The fools would have been left to go about their mass panic, and even better -- she would be out tearing up the lightly powdered ice.

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∝: 417
♫: Megalovania
✏: ---
@: Vitae

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[Tobin]

(OOC Hope ya don't mind if I just, drop in! Elkeid and Vitae)

WC: 988

Christmas shopping was always such a chore at this time of year that usually divided a nation into three sub-categories of mind-sets. First were the smart sods that had brought gifts early, and now lay well rested in their dwelling to avoid the peak season, content to let the world rush by. The second group consisted of those saved that trip until the very last minute and suddenly had a need to procure gifts for that loved one/not so loved one at home, universally identified by elevated stress levels, savage, borderline barbaric behaviour that had been honed to secure that one of a kind gift.

Then there was the third kind that had little interest in buying gifts, but plenty of interest in selling them at rip off prices. These type of opportunistic fellows had two names, both of which equally cursed by the general public. Dwarves and J-.

-Don't even go there Dwarf.-

-Happy hanukkah to y-

-No!!!-

-Fine.-

In any case, Tobin had causally rolled his booze wagon up and, with all the acumen of a snake oil's salesman had already sold much festive liquor (probably helped that he claimed to enhance performance!) this season’s eve. Issue was he lacked awareness of this particular christmas custom, nor had his customers told him, as was the common belief that Dwarfkin all sat on an infinite stack of coin and thus the rush of chickens would be but a minor inconvenience. They were wrong.

“NO! I’mma ruined! Again! Dun’t ya bar steward know ‘ow much tis costs! Ungrateful! GITOFF”

Stood on top of the liqcore cart stood a vertically challenged, muscular dwarf, swinging a distillery pipe at the waves of white to bat the mobs off, vainly. One wouldn’t have thought him to be one of the more powerful players of the server, but the sheer horror of drowning in co-chicken had deprived him of cognitive reason.

“Ya fellas think I sit at ta end oaf a godamn rainbow oaf gold? GAHHH! Ya dun’t knuw I lost mosta tha’ when ya ******* reset the market!”

His shouts irritated the gigantic Iron Tusked Gereald that teetered to his cart, in comparison to the Dwarf it was a vision of calm irritability with only the feathers that got close to his face got gored away.

<“Oi Tobie, I thought I were simple, can we go now? This is boaring.”>

<“Shut up swagtusk, ya dun’t underst-…> I need a drink.”

A hand reached into the the hatch that had been forced open, drawing out a bottle that yet to be touched, a huge bottle of whisky saved for emergency occasions. It wasn’t to be however, the bottle intercepted by a white cloud and its artisan shattered and disgorging much of the intoxicating liquid all over him and flock. A particularly bold fellow (a cockerel) dived into the bottle and began to draw in gouts of fluid, only to be plucked out and examined by the Dwarf as it began to form excuses, countless excuses in it’s own intoxicated tongue. The Dwarf shrugged.

“I guess I cockadoladooowhooowhoo”

With that he clamped his jaw down on its head and twisted it right off, then drank deep of the slightly fowled alcohol it had taken, his lips passed out a ring of glitter as he forced a slow, outward sigh. That made up his mind.

<<“Sod it, it’s a bust, luts git owt oaf….>>

Almost as soon as spoke the boar summoned a small fleet of boarlings that gripped the harness’s and heaved the cart; parting the sea of white with an eruption of glitter as the cart shuddered over numerous bodies, even more of the chickens before him flew up to obscure the glare of the winter sun. After a quick note to be weary of swagtusks vigour, The Dwarf rose as -magnetic grip- locked his frame to the cart, the humming aura of heat erupted into an aura of bright crimson flame as a pair of buffs were toggled on. -Inferno OverDrive- and -Heated Combat-. A slight smile tugged on his lip as he took the moment to don the gold rimmed shades.

-Killed ‘n’ Fried Chicken tonight, then.-

Triggered -bullet punch- pummelled the first wave of falling chickens, each precision thrust of his well-honed arms turned white into firework sparks, as the duration faulted he twirled along the cart with the grace of a ballerina, with every twist several more sparks erupted as more threatening buddle’s of joy threatened to taxate his enterprise. A loud clap and a shimmering gold Incarnated Assault sent clones floating along the cart, dispensing a display of elegant, yet surprising brutal cascade of ultraviolent blows that the critters off, and provided a really strong aroma of fried chicken as the meteorites of super edible goodness bounced off walls and crashed through windows and caused villagers to dodge for cover. Thinking on, landers really knew how to have a good time.

It was then that observed them ahead, a pair of adventurers fully engaged in this melee of egglaying proportions. The former he recognised easily to be Elkied from distant memory, and often indecent dreams and nightmares (with the former often becoming the latter. Funnily enough he attributed the mental blanks to being beaten really fiercely for staring. At least that’s what the author told him, most certainly not writers block!), the latter he didn't recognise as pretty boys were a dime a plenty and they often got confused with one another. Still, Tobin wasn’t the only unfortunate one to face fowl odds it seemed rude not to swing by, so folding his arms and drawing himself to his full height he addressed them with a big booming voice; unfortunately, at four foot nine inches that was probably the only thing particularly big about him. Just as well he had a cart to compensate for that.

“’owdy thur party people! Ya be needin’ a ‘and? Maybe two? Gahahahah!”

[Vitae]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Elkeid Tobin WC: 507/1639

About to stab another of his prey Vitae stopped as he saw an unusual sight, the woman near him was multiplying and taking out chickens left and right like their was no tomorrow. Soon enough the flock had turned into a group of perhaps ten, but no more than twenty, that were coming his way as there might as well be a demon behind them that would kill any one of them if they even took a step towards her. In exchange for this terrifying swift destruction of most of the mob though, it meant that all of the others had aggroed onto Vitae through sheer fear and how weak Vitae was when compared to this mysterious and almost monstrous woman in front of him. Having little time to act Vitae retracted his thoughts back to the one chicken that he was going for and continued through with the attack. Notus landed into the shoulder of the bird and stopped there while the white covered chicken release a high piercing screech as Vitae used the bottom of Notus’ shaft and through leverage pulled his trusty spear out of the avian though covered in its blood. Working quickly Vitae’s familiar jumped over Vitae and plunged its teeth into the wounded bird and finished it off with a good raking against the fowl’s stomach before the prey burst into bubbles.

Going for the next bird Vitae aimed for the one to his left and gave it a cut across the face with the first swing and was about to go for the jugular with the second attack, but stopped when he heard perhaps the most threatening sound in his life as he swore it might as well be an explosion in the distance. Turning to the nearby hill where the sound was coming from Vitae heard more explosions go off left and right before they stopped. Almost forcibly taking his eyes off the hill Vitae saw that it wasn’t only him that was captivated by the sound but the remaining chickens left and his familiar also. Turning his sight back to the hill where the explosions came from Vitae now saw on the horizon line, a cart with a short man sitting atop it and getting pulled by boars with an even scarier sight beside it. Beside the cart was a big boar, but not just any big boar, it was an Elite class monster called Iron-Tusked Gerald and it was the center of a few nightmares due to his attempt to fight one with his former guild mates in the now disbanded House of Crowns. Gerald was a hulking beast that rarely spawned in Windsor Greatwood, had horns that acted like skewers, and was the protector of the boars. To simply phrase it this thing terrified Vitae, so when seeing it with the man on top of the cart Vitae instantly knew that the man was strong and should be feared at the same level, if not more than, the woman that had already done so much damage.

OWL

[Elkeid]

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The chickens were one thing, as they were known to spawn in this area, but Elkeid was not prepared for the next batch of creatures. There was a cart approaching, led by a boar she recognized as the elite Iron Tusked Gerald, and several less impressive beasts of its race. As the cart drew closer, she immediately recognized the short figure riding in it. Tobin.

Her hands went to her hips as she stepped forward, ignoring the frantic birds scurrying around her ankles. If he was hanging around the housing district, she could only assume he was out peddling his wares -- or actually visiting people, who knows. Whatever the case, Elkeid hoped he had something to spare. While it was true that she could make her own booze, it was also nice to be able to buy it from others -- especially if it was top notch stuff.

With one am extended out to Tobin in greeting, Elkeid bent down to snag her dropped ice skates. In their panic, the chickens had partially covered the skates in snow. She nonchalantly shook them clean. "I think we were doing just fine, but the more the merrier." Honestly, she could wipe out the lot of chickens on her own if she wanted to. The only thing stopping her was intruding on the fun the boy seemed to be having. Grinding was a big deal to most gamers, though Elkeid was definitely not one by choice. She just wanted her old life back, but until then she could at least live quietly.

The woman propelled herself forward with two great leaps, coming to a rest on a snow drift that placed her abreast of the cart straddling dwarf. She almost forgot about the boy. "Long time no see, Dwarf." Her voice was clear and carried easily through the frigid air. "I hope you come bearing housewarming presents." A playful growl edged its way into her tone, one that may or may not suggest she would halt his cart if he said otherwise. The dwarf may be higher leveled than her, but she had ways of getting what she wanted.

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∝: 355
♫: A Promise
✏: Saw these way too late
@: Tobin Vitae

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[Tobin]

(OOC: Hopefully this proves amusing; I must admit I’ve been so busy lately that I’ve hardly had time to write so I threw something together. Make the Dwarf aknowledge you Vitae! XD Elkeid and Vitae)

WC:630

The Dwarf followed the more elegant monk with his eyes, though it occasionally flicked toward the other adventurer with a distant curiosity. At least until that that little comment, that growled edge slipping through pearled lips made his heart quiver; probably the kind of reaction one would expect from a dwarf whose concept of an intimate relation was a fist realigning his face. Needless to say, challenges were something he thrived on in the time being.

“House warmin'? Ya t'ink I run a charity? Bahahah. Ta race descriptions exists fa reason ya know."

The Dwarf's eyebrow rose in mock indignification as his teeth shown through thin lips, though after momentary pause he brought his shoulders up in a shrug as the reins were given a sharp tug to a stop. The actions caused the great boar to grumble, though aside from a quiver from its bristling fur, it and his compatriots stopped. There he stood, arms folded as he tipped his torso backwards and stared down his chest at her, somehow his defiant posture defying gravity as he stared down his chest at the monk. Before a familiar rumble shook the air as Dwarf shrugged.

"Sure, tadays been terrible fa sales anehway, tha’ 'n' I need a bit oaf rocket fuel meself!"

Almost soon as one sentence ended the Dwarf tensed his throat and gave a series of rapid, harsh grunts, that turned to a quick exchange of verbal exchange.

<<Sw- Gerald, stop now.>>

<<You said we go.>>

<< Tha' was then, this, now, are you chicken?.->>

<<boar!!!>>

A pause, followed by a deep sigh and a face palm. Communication was in the Gerald’s tongue was e-cumbersome, more so that the pig had no concept of time and so Tobin cracked latch and released the reins with an ever splitting bellow.

<<Fine, go, wreak some havoc on way out!>>

Freed from its teetering, the hurtling masses of portable bacon erupted into a spontaneous stampede that slammed into poultry, the result? A death match of the century! Though the rampage might spill too near the newcomer for comfort. The Dwarf didn’t watch, rather he used the commotion to stroll up and started fiddling within the open hatch of the cart. Shifting glass, a few ceaseless little clatters before the Dwarf gave a laugh of joy, from boulevard of broken dreams emerged a pair of great big port bottles that the Dwarf swung as he dropped down. Even the intent of fowl play didn’t stop the jolly fellow bring his wears, as at least one stray chicken was given a hefty thwack that carried it’s glitter up into the overcast sky as he strolled up to Elkied at his leisure, all the white chunnering on at none in particular.

“Gotta thank tha’ artisan latar fa these bottles. Tis is pretty stern stuff.”

Though as he neared the bottles stilled as he extended one out in offering. Though already, a method of sating his boredom played at the back of his mind.

“But yea’, tis is the stuff, two bottles of mah finest-.

Then, as she reached out, the Dwarf took a cacluated half step back and thwacked bundle, skipping just shy of her reach as his grin grew. Suddenly that challenge made just before, seemed just that little more appealing.

“-If ya can take dem from me, tha’ is. Gahaha! I’ve always wondared wha’ monk ta monk wuld be like!”

The Dwarf back peddled as he started to put distance, weaving this way to dodge. Though perhaps a huge oversight on the Dwarf’s part was that he had forgotten about the newcomer. An oversight that might cost him at least one fine bottle.

Well, look on the bright side. A lot of chickens would have died in the making of this commercial!!