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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*Maneuvers around Heather so he can play his lute, possibly with some gropage in the process. Summons the rogue*
*Rogue teleports behind Red Mage and stabs him in the kidneys.*
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