I have made some poor choices recently, but taking my campaign to the Swollen Lass was definitely the worst. Just the stench of that place makes my stomach turn. However, it has become so much worse since the permanent instalment of Hoberto at the bar. It's hard to see the man so deflated, although I can't help but feel a little vindicated by it. He treated me so poorly when we first reached the Slayers, creating a nickname so fowl that it still sticks to this day. It wasn't all bad though, I managed to make a new friend bonding over the hatred of Hoberto. His name, Dremor Darkcloak, a smallish dark haired man with a stomach lined with iron it seemed with the amount he drinks.
The thought of the Swords now having to deal with Tripuul in the wake of the Slayers has brought me some joy. Having to appease a dragon goes against all in which they stand for and I love it. Let's just hope that they are up to the task.