Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Anja the Warrior: (to enemy bard) Lyre, lyre, pants on fire!!

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Darya the Rogue: (referring to enemy bard, post-battle) Just because he’s wearing my handcuffs doesn’t mean he’s my friend.

Medrin the Mage: Client, perhaps…

Darya the Rogue: I only look like an expensive prostitute.

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