[CENTER][h1][color=brown]Brutrumukk[/color][/h1][/CENTER]

Once everyone was back on the raft, Brutrumukk picked a direction at random and rowed that way until the water level dropped back down to a depth where the raft was no longer needed. Hefting the raft on the shoulder he wasn't carrying Jub on and putting the stilt he'd been using as an oar back in the stilt pants, Brutrumukk then led the way in yet another randomly selected direction until the sound of squelching feet met his ears and the scent of delicious stew met his nose. As the walking inn came into view, Brutrumukk nodded at the sight. [color=brown]"Yeah, that makes sense."[/color] The bugbear stated. [color=brown]"Or at least whatever the fuck this place likes to call 'sense' even though it clearly ain't... Either way, I like the smell o' what they got cookin' in there. Let's go 'ave a look-see."[/color] With that said, Brutrumukk walked up to the building as it lowered itself down, kicked open the door, and walked inside. [color=brown]"Oi oi!"[/color] Brutrumukk called out in greeting. [color=brown]"What smells so tasty in 'ere an' where can I get some?"[/color]