by tumblingdice » Tue Mar 20, 2012 2:20 am
DM wakes up and autopilots Jarek. "Hold on here!" he says. "I've known Tret all my life. Sure I've had to take away his bow when he's drank a few too many ales. He'd never hurt a comrade, especially a lady, on purpose, though. Look, Soldath, I'm sorry your friend got killed. My friend, though," he says, pointing to Tret, "didn't kill her."
Later, aside to Tret. "My friend, I stuck up for you while you were asleep. This didn't look good, though. Are you sure you're all right?"
Pyotr approaches your group. "My friends. The enemy. Is outside. Not here. Look," he says pointing at his arm. "My wife. She shoot me too."
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.