Thread:Travian Sackett/@comment-26295802-20161206013208/@comment-26258526-20161227020947

High Prince Imrahil wrote: Travian Sackett wrote: He sits down and goes to sleep. The Brevi takes out a small wood knife and begins polishing it. "Whiskey? Bourbon? I'd imagine you'd want a drink after a battle like that..." "Vodka, on the rocks."