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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RavenBlackthorne" data-source="post: 5617338" data-attributes="member: 83060">Teenage hormonesShaken by his comrade falling in battle and the arcane magics seeming to restrict his powers in these dungeons, Viator begins to feel nervous.  The chomping sounds only serve to remind him of the danger the townfolk are in.The sense of frustration overwhelms him and he storms over to the goblin stuffed barrel.Why are you being so nice to this pathetic creature, Freggo?His eyes lock on to the goblins as he strides over.  The air around him seems to vibrate and small bit of debris shudder on the floor.  The space between him and the goblin warps until his face is almost touching the goblins.His voice begins in a low, dangerous tone.You are an embarrassment, goblin.  And that's saying something for one of your kind.  You and your friends have cause us a small deal of inconvenience and we don't intend on being further inconvenienced.  Now you are going to tell me, and my friends here, what we want to know or I will disassemble every molecule of your body, starting from the bottom up.  And I won't even use my hands.His eyes flash and although he doesn't raise his voice, his words boom in the the goblins head.Now...WHERE ARE THE TOWN FOLK?! AND WHERE HAS YOUR EXCUSE FOR A FRIEND GONE?! WHO ELSE IS IN THIS DUNGEON! TELL ME EVERYTHING AND TELL ME NOW!!The swirling, crackling air subsides.I won't ask twice.</blockquote>