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Re: Take it Back! (Austnailo, Diagasvesle, Blarg, Guan) GMed by MAF
With his allies - by which he meant 'that fucking goblin', mostly, who he considered an ally in the absolute loosest of senses - soundly contradicting him, Anthony sighed and resigned himself to having to deal with the fallout of this diplomatic failing later. He supposed they could run her through right here, anyway - it wasn't much skin off his nose. She'd attacked first, and was promising them an especially grisly fate, as well - what were they to do?
Anthony found himself reflecting on how dangerous it had been when Cassandra had been knocked unconscious. Without her, the team was severely limited in that no one else could mend an injury... while the scene before him played out, his train of thought shifted towards how their attacker had brought out a vial of what presumably was some manner of revitalization tonic, and he wished he had a few of his own. Perhaps he could find someone to sell them to him? Hmm... he imagined the person having funny accent, though he couldn't really say why. Ah, but it couldn't be helped, now - who would possibly come by in the middle of the woods where they were? Moreover, if some stranga just happened upon them in the woods, what were the chances he would be sellin' a selection of good things?
With his allies - by which he meant 'that fucking goblin', mostly, who he considered an ally in the absolute loosest of senses - soundly contradicting him, Anthony sighed and resigned himself to having to deal with the fallout of this diplomatic failing later. He supposed they could run her through right here, anyway - it wasn't much skin off his nose. She'd attacked first, and was promising them an especially grisly fate, as well - what were they to do?
Anthony found himself reflecting on how dangerous it had been when Cassandra had been knocked unconscious. Without her, the team was severely limited in that no one else could mend an injury... while the scene before him played out, his train of thought shifted towards how their attacker had brought out a vial of what presumably was some manner of revitalization tonic, and he wished he had a few of his own. Perhaps he could find someone to sell them to him? Hmm... he imagined the person having funny accent, though he couldn't really say why. Ah, but it couldn't be helped, now - who would possibly come by in the middle of the woods where they were? Moreover, if some stranga just happened upon them in the woods, what were the chances he would be sellin' a selection of good things?