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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dunamin" data-source="post: 4933582" data-attributes="member: 57529">Woe puts a hand on Atreus’ shoulder and gives a reassuring smile to the two fey.“Sincerest apologies for my buddy’s manners, folks. Atreus here is a fine fellow once he eases up, but you’ll have to excuse that we’re a little tense after half our posse just has been thoroughly wiped out. The Cheerful Choir ain’t singing our tune right now, considering that we’re currently collecting bodies of partners still warm from the slaughter…”Woe looks down at Tander’s still frosty corpse.“… so to speak.”A twitch runs through Woe’s perforated shield-hand, but he maintains a reconciling disposition.“I think you two probably got off on the wrong foot with Atreus, but you should know my tolerance for threats right now is lower than the chances of a love triangle between a githyanki, a githzerai, and a friggin’ mind flayer. So everyone settle down, calm down, and sit down - or in my “weakened state” I’m gonna’ have to make all three of you lie down, face-first.”Assuming all of them complies, Woe follows suit and returns to his usual jovial mood.“Now, if you two lovebirds are eager for some action in the evildoer-jaw-rearrangement department, we definitely have some positions that need filling. Once the corpse-collection’s done, we’re hunting game the significance of which is Last-Call-Before-the-Bar-Closes on the Apocalyptic scale.”“You two are out looking to sate your hunger – well we got side dishes for the main course. As my jumpy associate here mentioned, some karma-dodging villains might also have gotten the hilarious idea of trying to kill us more than usual. Somewhere along the way, we’ll probably need to serve them their own kidneys.”“You folks up for it?”While giving the two fey some time to think it over, Woe pulls Atreus aside.“Listen, Atreus, I understand you’re suspicious. Don’t think the guard’s been dropped – you’re the kind of fellow that chooses to arm yourself with a knife, I mostly do it with a smile.”“I don’t know if these are the hitmen Arnest claimed he’d send, and I don’t know how the gnome got his intel. What I do know, is that we’re better off by playing along, assassins or not. You don’t seem like you’d survive a scuffle the likes we just escaped from, and I sure as hell don’t plan on losing more friends today.”“Let’s treat them with the benefit of the doubt for now – my money’s on the gnome being a fan that did his research and the elf being a somewhat Adie tag-along.”Woe scratches his head and considers the events of the last two days.“Oh, that’s right. Remind me to tell you about Adie, sometime.”[sblock=Thought process]Back in Woe’s mind, both the Naughty and Nice conscience are giving Woe’s ego a backrub, wearing tight-fitting maid outfits.“Smooth handling while keeping his cool - our Big W is back on track!”“You do know the real reason why you’ve even considered half-way defusing the situation, don’t you Woe?”“Because there’s finally a potential drinking buddy in the gnome?”“You know you have plenty of those beyond the scope of your little Cult-Buster Club, Woe.”“Because there’s a whole new flavour of potential conquest in the elf?”“Not really your taste, Woe, and you know it.”“Because… Because if I let Atreus get killed now, my failure in protecting my friends will be complete, and the last tenuous grasp on my sanity will disintegrate.”The two conscience-masseuses cheer and jump on a suddenly and conveniently materialized trampoline.“We have a winner!”“Congratulations, Woe! You’ve won an ending starting with H…”[/sblock]</blockquote>

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