HammersandTongs said:
(It's like some sort of cubic San Andreas...)
Savien stumbles back to his feet rubbing his head. Thank Pelor for helmets. He may be needing it a little longer yet, given the loud crash. Staring wall-eyed at Lady Blarity, he stammers out something between an excuse, an apology, and a plea for food. He tries very hard not to look at her chest. Try, being the key word.
*I run over to the injured man and offer him a slice of my pie*here you go its lemon merangue*I said with my perfect giant mounds that runth over my bra*