“It’s this way. He flew. On a bird.”
“Or as a bird.”
“One problem at a time.”
“A warm wind blows out of the north, to the south.”
“Making the bird fly faster.”
“You don’t know; it could be just big enough for us.”
“We’re walking…”
“Call me suspicious, but…”
“You’re suspicious.”
“But who knows which way the wind is blowing?”
“I mean…”
“Yeah. Everyone in the party knows which way the wind is blowing.”
“It’s going, ‘Turn right. Turn right. Turn right.'”
several “Recalculating…”
“There are no roads, so it’s not recalculating the route. It just says, ‘Turn right.'”
“I am ready. I am prepared. There is no sneak attacking me.”
“Turning to face the party is not, in itself, an act of aggression. So I am holding my action until there is an act of aggression. And then… off with their heads.”
“I mean, if something goes wrong and the house suddenly bulges, you’ll know what’s going on.”
“There was someone that wanted us to bring them a cauldron…”
“That was a different game, Pete. That was 7th Citadel.”
“Burned, charred, and exploded is on-brand for us. The rune, not so much.”
“I’ve got like 30 different types of lycanthropy. Including the outsider type.”
“Well, I’m going to go ahead right now and tell you that the alka-seltzer version is fucking weird.”
“We’re not eating Ivermectin to cure lycanthropy. I’m sorry. I can’t.”
“They don’t seem to in any way, shape, or form want to destroy the world.”
“Well, no. That’s where all their stuff is.”
“Are we loot now?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“We’re loot. It didn’t even take a van full of candy!”
“Yeah, don’t let a burning tornado in either.”
“I didn’t see a point in drawing a burning tornado, because everybody’s seen a burning tornado.”
“To be honest, I thought the tail was a straw.”
“…That’s not a bad idea.”