Dunamin
First Post
Woe gives Mikara a sly wink when she corrects him on her marital status.Mikara steps into the room, bow drawn. Now long hair here, just a really sarcastic expression between pointy ears, "That's Ms. Crash T Dummy to you, and, by the way, I suppose that would be me."
“Hmmm, no pigtails and seems to be running low on fragrant oils, but I guess you’ll do.”
“Don’t worry, doll, I’ll more than cover your loss. I got something similarly long and hard that you can handle, but it'll feel much more natural in your hands and sports superb penetrating properties.”She aims carefully at Woe's face, "I'd hate to use this, it would waste a fine arrow."
“He sorta reminds me of someone I knew,” the merc ponders.Hacker rants
“Well whaddaya know,” Woe lowers his arms. “Ain’t that a change of pace.”"Well, we're not trying to hunt them down for the bounty. We've already claimed a bounty about seventy times as big today, so maybe our quota's full." Tristan grins at the strangers. "However, judging by your reaction," he nods at the man with the spear and shield, "you are the group we're looking for. We're actually here to help you out."
“You’ll have to forgive that we’re more than a little jumpy, Trysty. For the last few days people have kept getting the hilarious idea of trying to kill us. Quite occasionally they succeed, too.”
Woe strolls over to lounge on Doddoddod’s finest divan, resting his still sewage-covered boots on a finely decorated Kythirian silk-leaf pillow.
“So why and how are you gonna’ help us out, exactly? Don’t suppose you can start with something strong and smooth to drink, considering the slices of bounty you’ve been collecting?” Woe beams a smile at Mikara. “Don’t worry, honey, I got plenty of ideas how you can help me.”
The warrior digs out the Screamer copy that Atreus got him and admires the illustration of him.
“I’m Woe Chinua, but of course you knew that already.”