With that said, our heroes began their long, strenuous hike to northern Elwynn. About a day and a half later, they find themselves by some ruins, with nightfall approaching fast.
"I think it would be best for us to stay the night in these ruins."
Rockblesser cocked an eyebrow."Are yer seriously suggesting we spend the night in some ridiculously spoky ruins that were probably originally a crypt, as ooposed to the inn that's right over the road?" he shook his head and sighed. "Yer vampire hunting folk are really not right in the head are yer lad?"
"But inns are the home of beer! And beer is good!he protested. Looking into the mans eyes he knew he wouldn't persuade him. "Meh, yer do what yer want. I don't need their beer anyways..." he walked over to a corner of the ruins and began to put his head into his rucksack.
"All the beer in southern Azeroth is....gone...." Fransisco sadly said, a tear in his eye. "The...the...zombies destroyed it all. The rest of the beer is with the Vampire hunters."
With that, the others started to go to sleep, and Richard was constantly surveying the landscape through his stylish, yet effective, night vision sunglasses. Nothing was spotted... so far.
A large belch was heard coming over from Rockblesser's sleeping bag. "Blasted stuff is nowher near as good as what that damned Gnome got rid of... he must have gotten rid of it... I had plenty before he showed up..." he mumbled to himself before tking another swig from his bottle.
"What in the light name is this racket about?!" The dwarf shouted standing up before hastily stuffing something he held in his hand back into his bag. He looked over at the gnome and man and saw a knife wound in the man's leg. "What the void happened?!"
"A Vampire attacked him, luckily, you have a Vampire hunter with you!" Fransisco yelled, cutting down another tree. "COME OUT YOU COWARDLY, BLOOD SUCKING LEECH OF A MONSTER!"
"So far yer've done more damage to eachotehr than those damnable zombies! Yer'd think we'd manage to stick together with a zmbies invasion wouldn't yer!" he walked over to the two men but spotted a bottle on thr ground before he reached them. "Beer! Lovely sweet beer!" he yelled before picking up the bottle and necking it.
He spat his mouthful out. "Only beer in Southern Azeroth?! You seem remarkably informed about the beer supplies for a vampire slayer... what have you been ding to my beer?!" he yelled at Francisco.