Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20161227032446/@comment-25870342-20170118172520

Dzudair looks up.

"Dwarven..Ale? That's still a thing? Oh man, I haven't had that in so long..Not since Thurak came by all those years ago.."

"HEY CAPTAIN! CATCH!" A drunken crewmember yells as he throws a coconut at Dzuidair.

Dzudair, not being intoxicated, stand up and quickly slices the coconut in half with his weapon, blue sizzling blades being where there were just empty holes in the hilt a second ago. The blades disppear as he hooks the hilt back on his belt nonchalantly.