Oghren hesitated. It was his turn to put down the next card, and by the Stones, he had a lot in hand to choose from. Which was bad at some point, becasue the objective was to get rid of all the cards. Acorn or leaf? 8 or the pony guy? For a brief moment he glanced left to right. Those two swindlers. They must be cheating, that's the only explenation why he's on the rope again.
- Mrr, what's the card again that beats everything? - he murmured under his nose.
- It's the 7, Oghren - frowned Sigrun on him. - We're beating your ass for two rounds in a row, you should know that by now.
The berserker grumbled for a little more, then put down the Red Ace, and said "Leaf." With a straight face the Warden Commander threw a 7 on top, and much for Oghren's annoyance, Sigrun did the same.
- Mother-humping nuglicker! - slammed his fist on the desk. - The cards were stacked against me!
Accompanied with a round oaf the dwarf picked up four cards and looked angrily at the man to his right. The elf fondled his non-existent beard and hummed.
- Hm, what should I pick...
- Don't test my patience, Wolf, you have one sodding card left.
- You know, - giggled Sigrun - I just imagined you with a real beard, as you wilely stroke it's edge, planning your next malevolent step.
- Really? - chuckled the elf - Maybe I should do that. Grow a beard, and my hair too. Then in a few years, when they reach the ground, I don't need to wear any clothes. I can just frolick on the meadows like a free Dalish.
- I don't think Velanna would approve of that - noted Sigrun, but grinned at the man widely, that she on the other hand wouldn't mind.
- Sadly elfs can't grow bread - sighed Wolf in a bitter tone.
- Seriously? - asked the rogue dwarf in disbelief.
- Yep - replied Oghren. - Their chin is smooth as a baby bronto butt.
The drunkard chuckled a bit then suddenly burst in a laugh.
- Hey... hey, Wolf - he cleared his throat and cackled again - What... What's the difference between a gingerbread, and a ginger beard?
The elf wanted to reply something silly like "You can put a gingerbread in a ginger beard, but not a ginger beard in a gingerbread", just to entertain Sigrun, but that would surely confuse Oghren, and he may even forget the punchline - which happened before -, so he only replied "I don't know", and get the answer:
- You can have a gingerbread, but never a ginger beard.
The dwarf cracked up loudly, his face turned red as a tomato, and Wolf had to put his hand to his mouth. He laughed silently, not because the joke was great, but it was so bad, he couldn't help but share his friend's happiness.
It's been a long time since I wrote any kind of stories in english, so please, be gentle about my grammar ^^'