“Hawkens is the one who needs that, not me.”
I trifle not in the affairs of humans
yoinks back his healing aura and casts a sinister void spell instead
“Hawkens is a friend. MY Friend.”
look what the orcs did to this human!
Something much more lethal, a paper airplane I’m told
It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye, then it’s still fun and games but just with one less eye!
What do you think happened to my eye?
Umm…you were having fun and got hit with a paper airplane!
glances upon his friends face
immediately casts a cleanse as luminous bolts of light shoot across the lounge in a brilliant display
“I’ve done all I can…friend”
Have you seen who I hang out with some times? But really at the same time, people are always throwing them at you. I’d really like to talk to a manager about the safety of these zeppelins flying around the place.
“Thank you. I knew I could count on you.”
/courtly bow
/grin
I’m telling ya, just shove some chili fries in his mouth and he’ll be good as new!
“But none of us know where he keeps them.”
Ok, that made me laugh!
Chili fries, the cause and the cure to all our troubles!!
You forget…I am the quartermaster.
Maybe I have some in my bag here starts going through something akin to a Santa sack as random objects become projectiles
Probably just in his side pouch there…if you find bacon bits or peanut butter, give those to me and then check other pouch.
“They are made by him, and stored by him. You wouldn’t have HIS Chili Fries. You may have some made by another, but they are not the same.”
“I promised him, years ago, that I would not pick his pockets. Sorry.”
Understood! I won’t steal from him either or I get sprayed by bottle! I was only telling you where fries be to stuff in HIS mouth.
“Give it a minute or two longer. Those Bandages, and that Healing Spell, should do the job well enough.”