A42: Kobold Living Area
A number of orc and kobold bodies lie in this room along with a couple of the flying octopus creatures. Stools, reed mats, and blankets are strewn over the place along with what were probably the personal possessions of the kobolds that made this their home.
Talbot takes a quick peek into the room, still bouncing one of the Dancing Lights in his hand.
"Don't see any rats in there, from hell or otherwise. Whew. Well, then, if these things bothered you so much, madam Jug'Jug..."
With a snap of Talbot's fingers, the dancing lights wink out.
"And, sir Lugh, I do apologize for being catapulted out of a door that ate me and forced me to wander around in a barren wasteland with endless little things that were gnawing upon me. I'm sure we'll find more rats from whatever layer of the Hells you might desire to taunt at some later date."
[Pissy exhausted bards, huzzah!]
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"Yu need tu shut yer trap pushdog."
Maintaining the stare, she moves close to Swindler, bending at the knees to get close to his ear and whispers.
"Whut d'iz Mad'um werd? It sum kind uff insult?" Obviously refering to the word "Madam" that the new bard continiosuly uses to describe Jug'Jug.
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Swindler then notices the dwarf collecting all the loot
"A good idea, Lugh. We'll divide the spoils when we get out of here."
Swindler then decides this room is done, and heads over to the blood-soaked room and decides it's time to examine those corpses.
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"Led'z go back to Bragdor and git cleen'd. Eh, dwarf?"
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"Ah, no need to go anywhere if you want to be clean, madam Jug'Jug, and may I say that it is a great relief to see that you don't make a habit of walking around caked in blood. I can take care of that with a few of my more specialized ... talents, if you will. The power of music can do many things, after all!"
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"You hitt'n on Jug'Jug?"
"Blah'n all nice.. now want'n tu cleen mee? Nub want yer littlu handz pawn'n Jug'jug sicko."
She looks at Lugh in equal shock.
"You want d'iz sissy boy touch'n lat?! Lat sick Dwarf!"
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She jostles her empty waterskin at her belt.
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Now, anyone else who wants to be cleaned, speak up!"
Strumming a few chords on his mandolin, Talbot launches into a quick ditty.
So, what do you see
Just an ordinary man
What sets us apart, is this fire in my heart
That says, I can do anything!
Prestidigitation!
"There. That should do it. Kindly hold still, please, sir Lugh."
Still humming the tune under his breath, Talbot moves his finger in a circular motion while pointing at Lugh, and bit by bit, the blood is cleaned off of Lugh until he is as clean as if he had freshly bathed - even his beard."Madam Jug'Jug, if you wish to receive the same treatment, all you have to do is ask politely. The magic ( ... )
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"Cleen Jug'Jug okie? Sissy music reeli mojo? ... Wow."
She forces out a smile.
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Grinning slightly at the obvious effect the music and the magic had on the orc, Talbot will carefully disengage his sleeve from Jug'Jug's grip, and give her the same cleaning treatment as before - even making sure her weapons shine before he's done.
"Yes, as you so quaintly put it, in the hands of one with training, 'sissy music reeli mojo.'"
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She motions to her flask again, intellegence flecks her eyes.
"We need waddur suuner or latur, rite? Gunna 'ave tu go bak sometime."
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