Dunamin
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Cue
“It’s nothin’ but Pal’s usual manic routine after another dramatic failure at anger management class for frenzied sociopaths. Big Dod was so flabbergasted that he tipped over in his chair, but his faithful toady apprentice is tending to him as we speak. Same old same old, you know what them mages are like.”
The fighter jovially pats Fritz on the back and leads him away while they speak.
“Don’t sweat the gossip papers; as you can tell, the rumours of our deaths are wildly exaggerated. Last job turned into a set-up, though, so it’s mighty important that our presence here is kept tighter under wraps than silk corsets on some of those nuns from Vena’s temple... Ahh yes, the McPious sisters sure give some amazing "blessings"...”
Woe starts daydreaming again, recalling more fond memories.
“But where was I? Right, just don’t let in any visitors until this mess gets sorted out, okay? The last thing we need is bounty hunters breathing down our necks.”
[sblock=Intro]I believe that could serve nicely as your cue, guys. [/sblock]
Just then, the servant Fritz comes pounding up the stairs, face flushed. "What's going on? Woe? I thought you were dead? Where's Master Doddoddod?"
“Like he said, Fritzie, but less ice and more ease, dig?” Woe points a good-humoured thumb at Atreus.Atreus is about to wait for Woe's answer but thinks it best not to hesitate in this situation " Doddoddod is not feeling well but no need to worry, Palindrome is here taking care of him Fritz. He wishes not to be disturbed. Another thing, you must not speak of this to others, nor reveal that Palindrome and Woe have returned to the tower. Do you understand? "
“It’s nothin’ but Pal’s usual manic routine after another dramatic failure at anger management class for frenzied sociopaths. Big Dod was so flabbergasted that he tipped over in his chair, but his faithful toady apprentice is tending to him as we speak. Same old same old, you know what them mages are like.”
The fighter jovially pats Fritz on the back and leads him away while they speak.
“Don’t sweat the gossip papers; as you can tell, the rumours of our deaths are wildly exaggerated. Last job turned into a set-up, though, so it’s mighty important that our presence here is kept tighter under wraps than silk corsets on some of those nuns from Vena’s temple... Ahh yes, the McPious sisters sure give some amazing "blessings"...”
Woe starts daydreaming again, recalling more fond memories.
“But where was I? Right, just don’t let in any visitors until this mess gets sorted out, okay? The last thing we need is bounty hunters breathing down our necks.”
[sblock=Intro]I believe that could serve nicely as your cue, guys. [/sblock]