Pathfinder, 4/17

“We made some poor choices.”
“Did we?”
“Yes.”

“I say in Imperial Common, ‘You should smile! He thinks he’s being friendly!'”
“I am – wait.”

“It turns out, if they’re already shaving coins, you won’t be able to tell where those shavings come from.”

“We should have bought a map in town.”
“Oh well.”
“To be fair, we very quickly went from arriving in town to fleeing the town.”

“Is this river fordable? Or are we swimming across?”
“It’s too expensive for you.”

“Yeah, but you could have created a tree that isn’t from here and created an invasive species…”

“I was wondering if there might be something in there that will tell us more than opening the door, stabbing something, and closing the door.”

“I’m gonna hold your ankle.”
“Grab hold of it before I go invisible.”

“I love how we assume the god won’t understand another language.”

“Gods are as dumb as we are.”

“While you’re doing that, tell him he’s not doing his job. It sounds more legal when it comes from you.”

“I didn’t think they’d throw away their gods so quickly.”
“You were worried about me opening a fucking door.”
“Oh, I think you just did.”

“Can’t we go one east instead of three wests?”

“If we have their true name, there is no place we cannot call them from. I think.”
“You should have kept with the confidence level there. I was ready to go.”

“Yes, but if the champion falls, you become part of the problem, not part of the solution.”
“There are some that say I already am.”

“Luckily, you can make flowers, so you can cram that thing full of potpourri.”

“So I have created a blend of flowers and herbs that I’m calling patchouli. It’s the only thing that’s stronger.”

“If the crocodile does go through the city, we won’t be the awkward.”

“I am paying attention to the structural integrity beneath me.”
“Yeah, it’s rare that anything actually drops off… on the first day.”

“I rerolled a 1 into a 1. My three rolls tonight have been a 1 – no, wait, there was a 19.”

“Should we be concerned that you broke a contract with your last god to make a contract with the god of death?”
“Yes. And by ‘we,’ I’m sure you mean a specific person.”
“No, I’m pretty sure that if the god is mad enough, there’s going to be some guilt by association.”

“So I’m building a houseboat on the back of a giant crocodile.”

“We’ve been at sea for nine days. I don’t think half an hour is going to hurt anything.”
“Our distractions tend to last more than half an hour, but sure.”

“That may be the coolest wonderous figurine ever – summons a 100ft croc.”

“And then we start a circus act!”
“You mean we invent a circus…?”

“Well, the good news is, we’re covered in calories.”
“I have some concerns about eating the sap from trees you’ve just said are trying to kill us.”

“Can we just… not lick the trees that are trying to kill us?”