Oh yeah?

[Cerebus is thoroughly buzzed enough to grab chalk and walk out side of the bar and draw a net on the back and field. This can't be too spontaneous since he had brought two rackets with him and a ball before arriving for drinking. Cerebus stumbles back in and shouts to the patrons]

Hey! All you wusshes! Cer'bus wan's to play Five Bar Gate! C'mon, Cer'bush'll take ya all on...

[the Aardvark stumbles back outside and grabs a racket and practices bouncing a ball in a graceful manner incongruous with his inebriated speech.]

Cerebus is very tempted to throw this book into the river. The guide says that removing our wings kills us. Anything bad happen if get rid of this non stop annoyance? It'd be quicker than killing you all.

[Cerebus can be seen visiting the stores packing equipment with him such as rope, extra satchels and dried foods. Last on his stops before setting out is the bar. He eyes the other patrons with suspicion as usual and sits down ordering his usual]

Cerebus couldn't help but over hear some whining wusses about food shortages and how cruel it'd be to eat animals you can talk to. PATHETIC! Cerebus is not one to feel sorry for animals put on this world for us to eat! Some say that because we can talk to them we could find their food sources. Cerebus would not eat rabbit food. Rabbits are food!

What bothers Cerebus the most is hearing the spoiled, over privileged people crying out about starvation when they've probably never gone a week without food before and think hunger pangs are signs of starvation. Cerebus thinks he should teach these children a lesson but that is not Cerebus' place. Maybe they'll learn from this experience and be better for it.

[ooc: Cerebus had read some things about encryption but just didn't quite understand it so his written thoughts are completely open to the public]

[Cerebus goes off to the bar, completely ignoring the Red Sky. He wants get an ale or two and sit back and mull over a few raw potatos]

This no money nonsense is driving Cerebus nuts. What is there to do if there's nothing to gamble or work for?!

That group of green haired prissies may have looked like a bunch of damned dandies but they handled themselves mostly well. Cerebus didn't get much but did find some odd daggers and the sword he was promised. It's balanced well and adequate for most forms of combat. Oh, and apparently the target escaped. There should have been a better effort to block any possible escape routes with horse mounted calvary.

[Cerebus read enough about this odd world to know that there is a bar. Finding his vest and medallions stacked neatly for him next to his bed, he attempts clothing himself. Grunting that it will not go on while ignoring the searing pain in his back, he opts to go in just medallions while clutching the tome to study some more over while nursing the local ale. He groggily walks down the stars of the community house to the exit when he hears an explosion in the distance]
"BY CLOVIS' NOSTRIL! What was that?!"

Ungh... Stupid Palnu horse must have thrown Cerebus off. This better not be Julius' doing.

[Cerebus grunts as he deals with the annoyance of removing pants]

Who put these dandy's clothes on Cerebus?!