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Re: Heroes for Hire (Save the Desert Group!)
"It turns out that they're vulnerable to being violently stabbed and hacked at with sharp bits of metal. It comes as a shock, I'm sure." The death knight's reply regarded the subject of the tower's guardians, her snark unhidden. When he began to comment on Solidyn's noticeable assets, however, she turned her head toward the helpless faerie, shielding her mouth with a hand in order to whisper conspiratorially to the newly-dubbed 'Tiddles'. "This is worrying, I think he might soon notice that you're not actually a dog. We need to improve this disguise a bit. Can you bark? I used to have a fun little tail that I could have applied to you in order to enhance the illusion. Probably lost to the ravages of time now, a shame," she lamented.
All good things came to an end, though, as Kor requested the paralyzed fey woman. She gave a parting quip as she handed over Tiddles the wonder-faerie; "Don't listen to him, you'll always have a place at the foot of my bed."
With her pet dog-slash-verbal-punching-bag removed from her care and capable of walking again, the knight's mind finally turned to more serious matters. Though she still felt the venom and, if she were to be honest, was beginning to feel the effects of strain on her energy, she did not rest quite yet. It would have been unbecoming of a knight while there was still pressing business--she skilfully avoided considering what her little tryst with the two gemini might have been considered as. "Oh, you know, seeing the sights, taking up new hobbies. Ending aliens' lives in pain and terror, animating their bodies, learning poetry; that sort of thing," the knight gave her own answer to the question of what they were doing there.
"Not to be a killjoy or anything," she directed the rest of her words to the mercenary group, though she made no attempt to hide them from the apparent master of the tower, "but the cat with no name -- who I am considering referring to as Boots -- has suggested that within ten minutes of the barrier being shattered it would return and I believe we have a vested interest in that not happening." Turning her head to regard the cat-man, she added innocently; "It seems worth mentioning."
"It turns out that they're vulnerable to being violently stabbed and hacked at with sharp bits of metal. It comes as a shock, I'm sure." The death knight's reply regarded the subject of the tower's guardians, her snark unhidden. When he began to comment on Solidyn's noticeable assets, however, she turned her head toward the helpless faerie, shielding her mouth with a hand in order to whisper conspiratorially to the newly-dubbed 'Tiddles'. "This is worrying, I think he might soon notice that you're not actually a dog. We need to improve this disguise a bit. Can you bark? I used to have a fun little tail that I could have applied to you in order to enhance the illusion. Probably lost to the ravages of time now, a shame," she lamented.
All good things came to an end, though, as Kor requested the paralyzed fey woman. She gave a parting quip as she handed over Tiddles the wonder-faerie; "Don't listen to him, you'll always have a place at the foot of my bed."
With her pet dog-slash-verbal-punching-bag removed from her care and capable of walking again, the knight's mind finally turned to more serious matters. Though she still felt the venom and, if she were to be honest, was beginning to feel the effects of strain on her energy, she did not rest quite yet. It would have been unbecoming of a knight while there was still pressing business--she skilfully avoided considering what her little tryst with the two gemini might have been considered as. "Oh, you know, seeing the sights, taking up new hobbies. Ending aliens' lives in pain and terror, animating their bodies, learning poetry; that sort of thing," the knight gave her own answer to the question of what they were doing there.
"Not to be a killjoy or anything," she directed the rest of her words to the mercenary group, though she made no attempt to hide them from the apparent master of the tower, "but the cat with no name -- who I am considering referring to as Boots -- has suggested that within ten minutes of the barrier being shattered it would return and I believe we have a vested interest in that not happening." Turning her head to regard the cat-man, she added innocently; "It seems worth mentioning."
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