[hr][hr][h1][center][color=f26522]Azra Flametongue[/color][/center][/h1][hr][hr]
[color=f26522]"Horned monkey? Horned monkey!?"[/color] Azra rounded on the eladrin, his caprid eyes burning with an internal fire, like that of funeral pyre behind him. Combined with his great curved horns, sharp pointed teeth, and scarlet coloured skin, could be quite the intimidating to the uninitiated. He got right up to the elf, mere inches from his face... before he fell about laughing. 

[color=f26522]"Ahaha! Horned monkey? I haven't heard that one in years! Really, really I haven't! Not since I was aboard the Gannet and that little ape the cook kept... or wait, was it the the quarter master? Anyway, doesn't matter, point is that the monkey got into the cargo hold which at the time was full dyeing powders bound for Waterdeep, turned all its fur crimson. Those bastards strapped a pair forks to its head and pretended the damn thing was me for the best part of a week."[/color] 

The rest of the story trailed off in an series of increasingly intelligible giggling. When Azra finally pulled himself together, wiping the tears from his eyes, he pulled himself up straight and gave the eladrin a friendly slap on the arm. 

[color=f26522]"Well, harm no foul. Err.. to me at least. So we're good in my book. Ha, get it? Book."[/color] Azra winked and gave him a nudge with his elbow. Turning toward the unconscious goblin he continued: [color=f26522]"As for this little scrote, I say chuck him on the pyre, unless we need him to find Gundren?"[/color]

At no point did Azra address the issue of sharing out the money he had stolen.

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