01-28-2020, 01:32 AM
The crowd let loose a rowdy cheer at the mention of defeated Imperials and go through the motions of clinking their tankards together.
Tall Commonman-[Imperial]: "Gud ta 'ear another empire peeper been sent crashin. They gettin too big for their britches starin down over our fields up north. If iz mur sky sailors ya lookin fer jus come back 'round in the mornin. A few with naught to do loiter at the pier durin the waxing hours."
Tall Commonman-[Imperial]: "Gud ta 'ear another empire peeper been sent crashin. They gettin too big for their britches starin down over our fields up north. If iz mur sky sailors ya lookin fer jus come back 'round in the mornin. A few with naught to do loiter at the pier durin the waxing hours."