[ Just. Draaaaags a hand down his face. Fuck this, talking obviously isn't going to work. He holds up a finger before wandering off in search of a pen. I'll be nice and say there's one just elsewhere in the common room, and when he returns to the bar he grabs a napkin and begins to write. ]
Taragulg bluyvhng imbultwine
[ then he slides that over, as if it's all the explanation in the world. ]
no subject
Taragulg bluyvhng imbultwine
[ then he slides that over, as if it's all the explanation in the world. ]