"Hooooooo Bearderella," Lanalia is half-sprawled out on the table with fir, "Do we hafta go back into those creepy woods. I mean, think about it, we're comprised of a ticked-off tree-hater, a seemingly psychotic lunatic, and a doe-eyed lass. This cannot possibly end well, I mean this joke's set up is terrible. Speaking of such, aren't you supposed to be the level-headed one? Isn't it like your job to talk doe-eyed little girls out of heading into woods, with wolves of the big bad variety? tut-tut."
She twists her head to be facing straight down into the table, then back to the side to continue to address the dwarf again. "You want booze? I do. I figure if we each imbibe half a barrel, we won't care anymore."
She twists her head to be facing straight down into the table, then back to the side to continue to address the dwarf again. "You want booze? I do. I figure if we each imbibe half a barrel, we won't care anymore."
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