“There was a trade caravan that was supposed to be arriving…”
“With our other character?”
“I will go find my friend. My somewhat large, inebriated friend.”
“Oh, I’m assuming we’re going to come across a horrid scene between here and there.”
“You put orphanages next to book stores, restaurants, and other places people go so you can pick one up on the way home.”
“They never want there to be a busy season for orphans arriving…”
“We need at least two more people. I don’t feel like two people can be a militia.”
“As long as we’re back in town by 9 AM. I have a pressing engagement.”
“A bar?”
“Bacon.”
“I happen to be blue-speckled.”
“Sparkles?”
“Speckles.”
“Sparkles.”
“She’s good at finding people. Maybe not that good, since she’s looking for someone that’s been missing for seventeen years. Surely finding someone that’s been missing for a day will be easier.”
“They have not yet begun to couple. They may be intercoupling. I don’t think humans do brooding.”
“I’ve seen a couple of your students brooding, when you wake them up early…”
“Give me Communication…”
“Losing my temper?”
“No, I’m laughing because apparently all the fucking elves in this region have abandoned their children.”
“You and you find them pretty quickly. You find the same tree she did…”
“Who are you putting in charge?”
“Not fucking Martin!”
“I appreciate that. The last time you electrocuted me was not fun.”
“I think the dice want me to stay here. I live in the hole now.”
“Better healing through intimidation?”