[center][h1][color=yellow]P[/color] [i]i d g e[/i]   [color=yellow]S[/color] [i]p r i n g c o i l[/i][/h1][/center][hr][right][color=white][b]The Hearty Wench[/b][/color]
[color=gray]Tavern Table[/color][/right][hr][indent]Pidge couldn't help but to laugh at the ruckus they had caused. Everyone was excited for their adventure; some more than others. Drinks had been sent flying, Keebler knocked himself unconcious during one of his dumb stunts–it was a grand time to be a gnome.

[color=8493ca]"Oi!"[/color] A voice shouted from behind the tavern counter. They had partied too hard; hard enough for the tavernkeep to get on their case. [color=8493ca]"What in the seven hells do you think you're doing? You're ruining a good drink and making a mess of me tavern!"[/color] He continued, roiling with anger at the ruckus. Mugs were spilled all over the ground, leaving sticky residue of beer and whatever alcohol the gnomes had ordered. It would certainly be a pain to clean up.

Looking to her companions, Pidge gave a nod and hopped down from her chair. [color=yellow]"Last one out has to clean it up!"[/color] She proclaimed, running to the door as fast as her stubby and short legs could carry her.[/indent]