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<blockquote data-quote="Driddle" data-source="post: 1682844" data-attributes="member: 3447">&quot;Well, crud. What are we going to do now? We're totally cut off from support,&quot; the paladin whined, as usual.Lawful this and lawful that, he had observed that there was no way for the King's Guard to reach them without paying a very expensive toll at the crossroads (and waiting for a receipt, of course). Even if they somehow found it in their hearts to break the rules and rush across the intersection without looking both ways first -- may Gawd forgive them -- the security grating would catch their little toesies.&quot;You forget about my companion, of course,&quot; the druid said. His deeply abiding sense of patience and serenity spread over the party, like the branches of a mighty oak. The other adventurers were equally tired of his wisdom -- those branches more often than not held birds that tended to poop on the party's collective head. The barbarian mumbled something about &quot;chopping off his mighty oak at the trunk&quot; as the druid continued, oblivious.&quot;Balthazar the Unshorn has proven his value many a time,&quot; the leaf-lover said. &quot;He is wily and woolly and wild, and none shall stand before his mighty hooves.&quot;&quot;He's a bleedin' SHEEP, fer Gawd's sake!&quot; the barbarian finally exploded. &quot;What's he gonna do? ROLL over the deadly grating?!&quot;The druid sneered at his twin brother. &quot;As a matter of fact, yes...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Driddle, post: 1682844, member: 3447"] "Well, crud. What are we going to do now? We're totally cut off from support," the paladin whined, as usual. Lawful this and lawful that, he had observed that there was no way for the King's Guard to reach them without paying a very expensive toll at the crossroads (and waiting for a receipt, of course). Even if they somehow found it in their hearts to break the rules and rush across the intersection without looking both ways first -- may Gawd forgive them -- the security grating would catch their little toesies. "You forget about my companion, of course," the druid said. His deeply abiding sense of patience and serenity spread over the party, like the branches of a mighty oak. The other adventurers were equally tired of his wisdom -- those branches more often than not held birds that tended to poop on the party's collective head. The barbarian mumbled something about "chopping off his mighty oak at the trunk" as the druid continued, oblivious. "Balthazar the Unshorn has proven his value many a time," the leaf-lover said. "He is wily and woolly and wild, and none shall stand before his mighty hooves." "He's a bleedin' SHEEP, fer Gawd's sake!" the barbarian finally exploded. "What's he gonna do? ROLL over the deadly grating?!" The druid sneered at his twin brother. "As a matter of fact, yes..." [/QUOTE]

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