The Tale of Fuzzy
Down one of the street level stairwells, a door under the alley way, birthed forth a pair of drunkards who climbed those stairs up into the wild new world.
No Regrets
"don't worry," the drunkard sniggered, as he started to roughly drag the female wolf to the back door. "i can think of a way you can repay me... ha-haaa..." craig had enough.
Aewarith's Curse
My whole body was sore and i felt like just going home to sleep the day out, on my way home i met the local drunkard.
A Gladiator's Shame
A dopey smile like a drunkard. slap slut slap knight slap slut slap knight! as mixed as the gladiators' expression was, the minotaur's experience was obvious.
Just a horse
Gerhard after killing 6th horse in his career was fired from work and died as a forgotten drunkard. the mare was buried outside the mine as the amount of drugs in her body made her flesh useless as the dog food.
The Jewel Thief Part 1, The First Encounter
Stammered the fox, hurriedly, and desperately trying to play off his actions as that of a harmless drunkard stumbling home from the tavern. perhaps this merchant was either kind-hearted, or dumb enough to fall for it.
Journal of The One-Eyed Dragon Entry 2
The shope was dimly lit, and stunk of the drunkards that hobbled in any given time of the day. as i sold my wares my sharp eyes cmae upon a darkly colored cowl. i could easily feel the magic pulsating from it.
Spice and Rice; Chapter 2: The 'Date'
The bartender bows slowly, the drunkard who has now just started to sober up bows, the twins in the corner of the room stand and bow in unison. all bow, all but one. rice slowly stops what he is doing and looks up to see the content face of the king.
Project Raven: Information Redacted
He didn't need others risking their lives and making a simple pulling out of a drunkard to become overly complicated.
Dago Malginn:Licensed Kinght Errant [1/2]
The building with the shape of a snail´s shell came into view, an assortment of kobolds and other species gathered in front of the entrance, it had no sign of any sort, but judging by the lack of drunkards and the amount of armed people walking in and out
Filled by a Boar
Suel came close enough to better notice the two drunkards. the angry one had ragged leathers and grime upon his muscled hands, hinting at a menial profession. his silent companion had a lesser constitution, but a large head and a square chin to envy.
Drinking at the Seventh Heaven
While he collapsed and curled up on the messy floor, one of the tifas broke off and stepped over to the final drunkard at the table. "sorry about that. scumbag didn't pay his tab."