Raidkillsbugsdead
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If the half-orc says one more thing about that stupid $#%^$#* potion, I'm going to slap him silly, and I don't care that he can probably rip my legs off. I'll slap him silly anyway.
"Where's my potion? Who took my potion? What happened to my yellow potion? Hey, Amaali, did you see my yellow potion?"
Yeah, I'll give you a yellow potion all right, Ortuk. Just hand me that empty flask over there and about twenty seconds behind that tree, and I'll have your yellow potion back, you big ape.
If I find out that one of those halflings took it, I'm going to beat them repeatedly with a wet noodle just for making me listen to that half-orc for the last 2 days.
We confronted them about it, sure enough, but denials all around, as you might expect. And those halfling women have our little dude man so wrapped around their little fingers that there was no arguement from him of course. I will admit at least that they've been fairly pleasant company along the way. That little guy, Rondo, can sure whip out a tune, and that fortune teller, Alana, she pegged down a lot about me right off the bat when I asked her to read my cards the other night. You'd think she could read my mind or something.
Still, something doesn't quite shake out right here. First the half-orc's stupid potion and then the dwarf's oil flask went missing. Then, the next night, I swear to the heavens that I saw something or someone looking at me when I woke up in the middle of the night in that wagon they've been letting us sleep in.
I don't care if the nights have gotten a bit colder this week...I'm sleeping outside in the tent from here on out.
At least we're almost to the town that those halflings were looking to get to. We can ditch them there and get on our merry way to finding out just what that estate is my uncle left me.
Just one more day of halfling town around here...now, how about handing me that flask over there...
"Where's my potion? Who took my potion? What happened to my yellow potion? Hey, Amaali, did you see my yellow potion?"
Yeah, I'll give you a yellow potion all right, Ortuk. Just hand me that empty flask over there and about twenty seconds behind that tree, and I'll have your yellow potion back, you big ape.
If I find out that one of those halflings took it, I'm going to beat them repeatedly with a wet noodle just for making me listen to that half-orc for the last 2 days.
We confronted them about it, sure enough, but denials all around, as you might expect. And those halfling women have our little dude man so wrapped around their little fingers that there was no arguement from him of course. I will admit at least that they've been fairly pleasant company along the way. That little guy, Rondo, can sure whip out a tune, and that fortune teller, Alana, she pegged down a lot about me right off the bat when I asked her to read my cards the other night. You'd think she could read my mind or something.
Still, something doesn't quite shake out right here. First the half-orc's stupid potion and then the dwarf's oil flask went missing. Then, the next night, I swear to the heavens that I saw something or someone looking at me when I woke up in the middle of the night in that wagon they've been letting us sleep in.
I don't care if the nights have gotten a bit colder this week...I'm sleeping outside in the tent from here on out.
At least we're almost to the town that those halflings were looking to get to. We can ditch them there and get on our merry way to finding out just what that estate is my uncle left me.
Just one more day of halfling town around here...now, how about handing me that flask over there...