[Locked to the Kashtta Tower Residents][backdated to shenanigans][wibblywobblytime]

[aint_nosurprise]

Apologies for the dead dragon on your doorstep. I'm taking care of it.

[Locked to Bristow]

1. There's a wanderer who has my body. I thought I should warn you in case you ran into him. He's stupid. and doesn't deserve my2. I don't know if you were looking for another member of the team since Fiona left, but I've killed a dragon and a giant

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[lionofmanc]

You've gone and killed a dragon?

Tell me, how do you feel about single-malt Scotch? Anyone does that, they bloody well deserve a drink.

[twdenmother]

Ah, DCI Hunt. Congratulations. You've just been volunteered to meat-carrying duty.

If you'd be so kind as to head outside and assist?

[lionofmanc]

[The bulk of this comment contains a stream of inspired profanity that has been scratched out to the point of illegibility.]

Be right down.

Shall I start calling you 'sir', while I'm at it?

[twdenmother]

While it might be an interesting bit of turnabout, I'm quite content with help getting the dragon out of the street before the CLF comes down on all our heads, thank you.

[lionofmanc]

Let the bastards TRY.

On my way out.

[aint_nosurprise]

I didn't kill the dragon alone. There was a man named Ricky Smith, a rocket launcher, and a sword involved.

I feel that it'd be a good method for getting the taste of char and blood out of my mouth. Not that I'm ever opposed to single-malt Scotch.