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[herestothebard]

Whatever son of a Trow saw fit to stick me to this cow-faced broad is going to find their internal organs painfully rearranged when I find them.

*ow, damn it, hands off the goods! Drop that knife before you lose that hand!*

And so the Bard found himself in quite the predicament. Stuck to a woman he, for once, wanted nothing to do with.

Truly the

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[alluring_rogue]

WE ARE GOING TO FIND A WAY TO GET OUT OF THIS MESS OR I AM GOING TO START CHOPPING THINGS OFF.

[herestothebard]

Look wench, if we're going to figure this out, I need you to stop threatening to chop off my limbs before I do the same to you. Trust me when I say I am infinitely more equipped to do so than you are.

[alluring_rogue]

Yeah, yeah! Look, we--Goddess, do you even bathe?--can find someone to fix this.

Just keep your hands off certain areas if you know what's good. I'm sure you know what areas I'm talking about.

[herestothebard]

...I can't believe I'm about to say this, but you've no worries there. I can honestly say I want nothing to do with you or your dessicated naughty bits.

[alluring_rogue]

I'll have you know that they--

No. Nooooooooo. Not going in that direction.

Okay, fine, you don't have anything to do with mine and I'll steer as clear from yours as I can.

Goddess help me!

[herestothebard]

Sounds good.

Now then. What the devil just happened?

[alluring_rogue]

Hell if I know! It's probably another stupid game the island's come up with.

[herestothebard]

Lovely. How long does this crap last for?