Dungeonbound [Eridan]
deploratuscaligulas
If there was one thing Meenah loved more than anything in the entire existence of anything, even above herself, it was anything of monetary value. The shinier and more valuable it was, the better. So it was a safe bet that she'd jump right at the opportunity to rebuild a good chunk of the fortune she had before. How hard could something like a dungeon be anyway? She had her strength and a shitty rake, what could stop her now? Well, she needed someone to go with her, otherwise it wouldn't be as fun, right?
The troll girl pouted at her rake, tearing the top off and discarding it carelessly onto the street. Her nails dug into the end of it, sharpening it into a nice point before she moved away from that and ripped a post out of the ground. The signs were torn off of it then the end was crushed with her hand, a chunk ripped off to give it a jagged edge. Damn, she missed her golden trident.
“A'ight, chump. Pick a weapon, we goin' in this glubbin' dungeon. Gon' get us some cash monies. Maybe stab some motherglubbers. You can have the stupid rake spear or this metal thing you ain't probubbly can't hold. Or I can getchu somefin else. Your pick, buoy. But you gonna be fightin' today. Gon' learn you some carp.”