Pragusâ head pounded in rhythm with the banging on his door. His eyes shot open, somehow looking bloodshot and milky at the same time. The banging continued at the door as he stumbled out of bed. He tripped on broken wand that was laying between him and the door, landing with a loud thud. A mixture of stale beer, sausage, and gummy bears made itâs way up through his esophagus until he began to gag and forced it back down.
âUgh⊠Brewfest this year was⊠gag was⊠hiccup too much fun,â he moaned. He continue to lay on the ground since the banging at the door had stopped. âBah⊠didna need any oâ whatever it was anyw-â
âHey!â came a voice from somewhere in Pragusâ room.
âWhat?!â Pragus yelled as he sprang off the floor almost falling back down again since his equilibrium was still shaky at best. âWho and where?!â
âRelax,â said the voice as its owner stepped out from the shadows in the corner of the room in front of Pragus. âIs jusâ meh.â he said.
Pragus forced his eyes to focus as the two shadowy dwarves before him began to rubberband towards and away from each other with increasing frequency and decreasing distance until they finally became one.
âOh⊠hey Nightreaper,â mumbled Pragus. âWhas 'appenin?â Pragus tried to squeeze out a tiny fart but instead let loose a massive, unexpected blast causing his robe to rise slightly near his rear. âWaaahhhhoooaaaaa!â Pragus hollered with a forced laugh, âITâS A GOOD THING MEH ROBE IS BROWN!â he continued with entirely too much volume for the abhorrently sad joke.
Nightreaper, not sure what else to do, just looked at Pragus with a straight face and continued, âI see yeh had entierly too much fun at Brewfest again this year. Thâ extra time weâve 'ad teh kill after the conclusion of the Battle for Azeroth is near an end. Adventures are a foot. Get yerself straightened up and report fer duty!â
Pragus tried to throw a salute but instead poked himself in the eye. âOwwwwww! Owwwwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!â
Nightreaper could do nothing but shake his head.
âAlright! Alright! Iâll git it tegether! Iâll see yeh in thâ lines!â Pragus babbled. The rogue gave Pragus a final grimace before nodding leaving his disheveled kin to hopefully get it together as he had promised. The door closed softly as Pragus exhaled deeply filling the surrounding air with the smell of bile and sugar being broken down in absurd quantities. He waited a few seconds before yelling, âYeh couldâve knocked yeh filthy rogue!â