Bradhoc Browning (Lizard)

Rye

Script

Rye: *slams the door shut behind Bradhoc - it's cold inside*

Bradhoc: *slams into the wall, shakes himself out, then takes one look around, and noms the frozen meat steak, instantly frustrated that it's cold and that he's cold*

Rye: *puts the bar across the door, turns the freezer rune high, then slides down the wall... with an OMG face as one of the spices from the racks falls on his head* Seasoned elf. *mutters*