Drivan looks to his party members questioningly, "I would be satisfied with this offer, especially with the offer of discounted writing supplies. I'll leave the decision up to my party members."
Marco nods, politely covering his mouth while he chews a cube of harkarl. He swallows, "Very good."
Marco nods with vigor. "I understand. We could visit my cousin, if you wish. He can be a handful, but I'm sure we can convince him to make the sacrifice for the good of the family."So before I consider wearing an outfit with...commercials...I'll have to see that magical sword you were talking about..."
Marco flinches each time Vaunea ends a sentence. He avoids her gaze and talks to Hadarai in a very, very, very small voice. "Could you please tell your minotaur friend that I--" he gulps "--don't--" he turns quite pale "--know where to find a magic axe.""What must do for man? Wear stuff? Also, Vaunea kill rats in sleep. Show Vaunea rats." Vaunea says to Marco. "And sword no good. Need giant magic axe. Got one?"
Marco laughs."One more thing. Vaunea get writing stuff. People teach her?"
It is a desperate, strangled sort of laugh.
When he speaks, his voice cracks, "Yes. I'd be more than happy to give you writing stu--implements. I-implements."
"I'm not sure. That fellow is a friend of my cousin, and he's an even odder sort. I think the rats might be in his head, but if you humor him, he may let you borrow his--er--thing."What's this about clearing out rats?
[sblock=What the heck?!]Somewhere along the way this turned into a short adventure with sub-quests. Hmm. [/sblock]
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