“This is why the magic is draining away. It’s all this bullshit in the dungeon.”
“What’s this? A rogue that does its job?”
“I’m mixing these traps together to make dinner!”
“Barbecue!”
“Falling with grace and determination.”
“God damn it, don’t be kind to them! That’s theoretical dinner!”
“These are particularly tough goats.”
“And angry.”
“We’ll have to cook them longer.”
“I knew you were indecisive, but did you fuck up learning the spell…?”
“Maybe? There were a lot of variations. I forgot which one I memorized.”
“You’ll never defeat it if all I do is write down the last damage it took.”
“Think bloody thoughts. And mist. Bloody mist.”
“Do you think it’s the end of the world for everybody, or do you think walls will survive?”
“What do you think your chance of saving the world is?”
“Twenty percent. Even a solid 12%.”
“I was going to commit to better than 0%.”
“A solid fifty-fifty.”