Tyr"WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN OGRE~" Ennio sang at the top of his lungs, the heavy mug of ale in his hands nearly sloshing over as he continued his rendition of the ancient folk song. "WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN OGRE! WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN OGRE, EARLY IN THE MORNIN!"
The chorus picked up behind him, sung by four members of the Death Watch Guard. None of whom really deserved the the reputation that came with their position, nor their heritage. Each one had been kind, generous, and disturbingly jovial from the moment they had stepped into the Chance. All of them Ogres, and all of them a great bunch of lads as far as Ennio was concerned.
"PUT EM TO WORK ON THE WALL 'TILL HE'S SOBER!" The Ogre's sang all together, picking up their comically large flagons and throwing up their arms in a great jovial display.
The entirety of the Inn seemed swept up in the chaotic energy of the song, and before Ennio knew it nearly everyone within the commons was joining in on the song. Drinks were spilled, words were most definitely called out off-key, and he could have sworn that more than one set of panties was thrown towards the table at the center of the whole thing.
Several verses later, mugs of ale were finally thrown to lips.
Delicious golden beer was chugged, followed by the sound of thundering cups smashing down on tables. A cheer racing through the whole of the Inn as Ennio collapsed back onto one of the few chairs left at the table. Sweat beading on his brow as his chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. "Kress smite me!"
He swore.
"I thought we were supposed to play dice!" Laughter erupted from the Ogre's surrounding him, one slapping him hard on the back.
"Oh aye! But there's always got to be a warm up!" He joked with a wide, toothy grin.