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

Brutrumukk gave no reply to Jub's words. The [s]bugbear[/s] gnome simply laid where he had set down, completely unmoving for a time. Eventually, Brutrumukk huffed through his nose, sat up and looked down at himself. [color=brown]"Fuckin' darklings."[/color] The barbarian muttered as he inspected his wounds, showing no sign of a breakdown having ever occurred now. [color=brown]"What's the point o' bein' a weretiger if everyone 'as weapons made o' magic or silver?"[/color]