OnlytheStrong
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Somewhat worn out by the tirade going on, Jynxx politely excuses himself and enters the tavern.
Papolstaanas's shoulders sag. "I suppose you're right," he mutters. "It's not really fair to--to attack someone for stealing a..." he trails off disconsolately and sits down again, returning his attention to the conversation with Rolf.CALM YOURSELF EX-GHOST LIZARD PAPO, Sir Exsixten says, putting a steadying hand on Papolstaanas' shoulder. IT MUST BE A FAIR FIGHT. LET THE NECROMANCER ARM HIMSELF PROPERLY FIRST! VILLAIN, PUT AWAY THAT SWORD AND GET A PROPER WIZARDLY WEAPON SO WE CAN COMMENCE BATTLE! OR BRING FORTH YOUR LEGION SO THAT SMITING MAY BE INITIATED!
"What were you saying?" Papolstaanas asks after sitting down again. "Something about picking eyes out with--well, that sounds horrible. It doesn't even bear thinking about. I don't know if I--but that's not why I, why I don't think I can... You see, I used to--don't laugh--well, I suppose you can laugh, but, you know, only in a nice way--I used to--" (he lowers his voice) "--hear the voices of spirits, I mean I think they were spirits--I'd hear them when I was alone, you know, in the woods or a meadow or something, and it was like the trees and the wind were talking to me and--I said not to laugh!--and it was like they wanted to help me or something. And they did help me, at least something did, I mean I would be in a fight and things would happen, like the wind would blow exactly the way I wanted it to... But I don't hear them anymore. Not for a while. I think they're gone.""Aye, not many have th' stomach fer mercenary work. The pay is decent, but the horrors ye'll see...not t' mention times o' war, one day ye'll be fightin' alongside a man, the next ye'll be pickin' his eyes out o' his head with yer thumbs."
Yes, that was a dastardly evil act of mine, stealing the brandy from the orphanage. he says. Good thing you did not drink that last bottle Corporal Behemoth!"I'm a kobold," says Papolstaanas. He gestures at Sharpe with his sword. "And he's a brandy-stealing villain!"
Sticks and stone don't break bones well, sir! That is why I use this! Sharpe says, waving his sword around.CALM YOURSELF EX-GHOST LIZARD PAPO, Sir Exsixten says, putting a steadying hand on Papolstaanas' shoulder. IT MUST BE A FAIR FIGHT. LET THE NECROMANCER ARM HIMSELF PROPERLY FIRST! VILLAIN, PUT AWAY THAT SWORD AND GET A PROPER WIZARDLY WEAPON SO WE CAN COMMENCE BATTLE! OR BRING FORTH YOUR LEGION SO THAT SMITING MAY BE INITIATED!
"What were you saying?" Papolstaanas asks after sitting down again. "Something about picking eyes out with--well, that sounds horrible. It doesn't even bear thinking about. I don't know if I--but that's not why I, why I don't think I can... You see, I used to--don't laugh--well, I suppose you can laugh, but, you know, only in a nice way--I used to--" (he lowers his voice) "--hear the voices of spirits, I mean I think they were spirits--I'd hear them when I was alone, you know, in the woods or a meadow or something, and it was like the trees and the wind were talking to me and--I said not to laugh!--and it was like they wanted to help me or something. And they did help me, at least something did, I mean I would be in a fight and things would happen, like the wind would blow exactly the way I wanted it to... But I don't hear them anymore. Not for a while. I think they're gone."
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